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
  
   It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down
   Eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound
  
   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
  
   It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down
   Eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound
  
   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
  
   It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down
   Eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound
  
   It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down
   Eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound