Lyrics Huck Finn - The Sign of the Southern Cross

Huck Finn

Unsuppressed by the dog day heat
Won’t be damned by the city lights
A life — style — that makes a man unimaginably basic
Unplugged from the grid-plight
Of electric sight…
LORD OF HIS LIFE
MAN OF HIS TIME
GOD OF A FADING CULTURE…
WHAT COULD BE MORE BEAUTIFUL?
Down to earth back woods kin folk
Simplified, bare necessities, purified blood lines
Hog — tied — ceremonial scrapings of the swine
White lightning beneath black skies
And everything’s fine until the moonshine — RUNS DRY…
(That's right…)
LORD OF HIS LIFE
MAN OF HIS TIME
GOD OF A FADING CULTURE…
WHAT COULD BE MORE BEAUTIFUL?
LORD OF HIS LIFE
MAN OF HIS TIME
GOD OF A FADING CULTURE…
WHAT COULD BE MORE BEAUTIFUL?
BUT THOSE DAYS ARE OVER…
HUCK FINN…
I’M THE KING OF THE MOUNTAIN…
I’M THE KING OF THE MOUNTAIN…
(But those days are over now…)
LORD OF HIS LIFE
MAN OF HIS TIME
GOD OF A FADING CULTURE…
WHAT COULD BE MORE BEAUTIFUL?
LORD OF HIS LIFE
MAN OF HIS TIME
GOD OF A FADING CULTURE…
WHAT COULD BE MORE BEAUTIFUL?
HUCK FINN…