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 cant understand.      (CHORUS)   Its the thirty-third 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   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