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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