Mhmm mhmm mhmm too doo doo doo mhmm

Well today there's no salvation band's packed up and gone

And I'm left standing with my penny in my hand

There's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song

But he sees Lord what they can't understand

It's the 33rd of August Lord and I'm finally coming down

Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound



Once I stumbled through the darkness fell down to my knees

A thousand voices screaming in my brain

Woke up in a squad car busted down for vacancy

And outside my cell it's sure as hell it looked like rain

Now I've got my dangerous feeling under lock and chain

I've killed my violent nature with a smile

Though the demons danced and sang their songs within my fevered brain

Not all my God like thoughts Lord were defiled

It's the 33rd of August Lord...



Yesterday's newspaper forecast no rain for today

Yesterday's news was old news so I threw it away

Sometimes at night Lord you know I can still feel the pain

And outside my cell it sure as hell it looks like rain