[00:05.00]Well today there's no salvation [00:06.37] [00:10.49]The band's packed up and gone [00:12.08] [00:15.09]Left me standin' with a penny in my hand [00:18.49] [00:23.09]There's a big crowd at the station [00:24.75] [00:28.02]Where a blind man sings his songs [00:29.64] [00:32.65]He can see what I can't understand [00:36.02] [00:40.70]It's the thirty-third of August [00:43.63] [00:45.36]And I'm finally touchin' down [00:47.71] [00:52.73]Eight days from Sunday Lord [00:55.44] [00:56.98]I'm Saturday-bound [00:58.51] [01:02.58]Once I stumble through the darkness [01:04.48] [01:07.64]Tumble to my knees [01:09.12] [01:12.39]A thousand voices screamin' through my brain [01:15.85] [01:20.70]Woke up in the squad car [01:22.33] [01:24.39]Busted down for vagrancy [01:25.79] [01:28.93]And outside my cell sure as hell [01:32.41] [01:34.25]It looked like rain [01:35.84] [01:39.40]It's the thirty-third of August [01:42.14] [01:44.13]I'm finally touchin' down [01:46.09] [01:51.23]Eight days from Sunday Lord [01:53.19] [01:55.48]I'm Saturday-bound [01:55.89] [02:35.15]Now I put my angry feelin' under lock and chain [02:41.45] [02:44.28]I hide my violent nature with a smile [02:48.24] [02:51.98]Though the demons dance [02:53.54] [02:54.15]And sing their songs within my fevered brain [02:58.64] [03:01.13]Not all my God-like thoughts Lord are defiled [03:05.15] [03:09.22]It's the thirty-third of August [03:12.04] [03:13.70]And I'm finally touchin' down [03:16.01] [03:21.20]Eight days from Sunday Lord [03:23.58] [03:25.42]I'm Saturday-bound [03:25.79] [04:05.16]It's the thirty-third of August [04:07.96] [04:09.71]I'm finally touchin' down [04:12.61] [04:16.27]Eight days from Sunday Lord [04:18.97] [04:20.72]I'm Saturday-bound
