well today there s no salvation the 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 vagrancy and outside my cell it 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 yesterday s newspaper forecast no rain for today yesterday s news was old news so i threw it away some time s at night lord you know i can still feel the pain and outside my cell it sure as hell it looks like rain