Huck Finn - The Sign of the Southern Cross

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…