[Verse 1]
Well, today there's no salvation,     the band's packed up and gone,
  left me standin'   with a penny in my hand.
There's a big crowd at the station   where a blind man sings his songs
  and he can see   what I can't understand.
 
[Chorus]
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
  eight days from Sunday, Lord,   I'm Saturday-bound.
 
[Verse 2]
Once I stumble through the darkness,     tumble to my knees,
  a thousand voices   screamin' through my brain.
  Woke up in the squad car,   busted down for vagrancy,
and outside my cell,   sure as hell,   it looked like rain.
 
[Chorus]
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
  eight days from Sunday, Lord,   I'm Saturday-bound.
 
 
[Verse 3]
Now I put my angry feelin'     under lock and chain,
  I hide my violent nature with a smile.
Though the demons dance and sing their songs   within my fevered brain,
not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, are defiled.
 
[Chorus]
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
  eight days from Sunday, Lord,   I'm Saturday-bound.
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[End-Chorus]
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
  eight days from Sunday, Lord,   I'm Saturday-bound.