Letra de The 33Rd 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 It's the 33rd of August And I'm finally touching down Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound Once I stumbled through the darkness Tumbled to my knees A thousand voices screaming, in my brain Woke up in a squad car Busted down for vagrancy And outside my cell it's sure as hell It looked like rain to me It's the 33rd of August And I'm finally touching down Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound It's the 33rd of August And I'm finally touching down Eight days from