Letra de The 33rd of August

Today, There´s no Salvation, the Band´s Packed Up and Gone Left Me Standing With My Penny in My Hand There´s a Big Crowd At the Station Where the Blind Man Sings His Song But He Can See What They Can´t Understand. (Chorus) It´s the Thirty-third of August and I´m Fin´lly Touching Down Eight Days From Sunday Finds Me Saturday Bound. Once I Stumbled Through the Darkness, Tumbled to My Knees A Thousand Voices Screamin´ in My Brain Woke Up in a Squad Car, Busted Down For Vagrancy Outside My Cell As Sure As Hell, It Looked Like Rain. But Now I´ve Got My Dangerous Feelings Under Lock and Chain Guess I Killed My Violent Nature With a Smile Though the Demons Danced and Sang Their Song Within My Fevered Brain Not All My God-like Thoughts, Lord, Were Defiled.