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...