Today there's no salvation band's packed up and gone   I'm left standing with my penny in my hand   Down at railroad station a blind man sings his song   I think he sees things I don't understand   It's the 33rd of August and I'm finally touching down   Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound      I stumbled through the darkness tumble to my knees   A thousand voices screaming in my brain   Wound up in a squad car busted down for vacancy   Outside my cell it's sure as hell looks just like rain   It's the 33rd of August...      I've put my dangerous feelings under lock and chain   Killed my violent nature with a smile   Let the demons danced and sang their songs within my fevered brain   Not all my God like thoughts were defiled   It's the 33rd of August...