The 3Rd Of August

D G A D D G Well, today there's no salvation A The band's packed up and gone D And I'm left standing with my penny, in my hand D There's a big crowd at the station G A Where the blind man sings his song D But he sees, Lord, what they can't understand G It's the 33rd of August, Lord D Em And I'm finally coming down A D Eight days from Sunday finds me, Saturday bound D G Once I stumbled through the darkness A Fell down to my knees D A thousand voices screaming in my brain D Woke up, in a squad car G A Busted down for vagrancy D And outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looked like rain D G Now I've got my, dangerous feeling A D Under lock and chain, I've killed my violent nature with a smile D G Though the demons danced and sang their songs A Within my fevered brain D Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled Chorus/Outro D Em A Yesterday's newspaper, forecast no rain for today D Yesterday's news was old news, so I threw it away D Some time's at night, Lord, you know Em G I can still feel the pain A And, outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looks like rain