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Lost in the Flood
Bruce Springsteen
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The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home
Like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
"He must be from the fort"
He hears the high school girls say
His countryside's burnin' with wolf man fairies
Dressed in drag, for homicide
The hit-and-run, plead sanctuary
The holy stone they hide
Breakin' beams, breakin' crosses
Making midnight connections
As sisters run bald in church halls
Pleadin' Immaculate Conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street
From drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet, as gunner breathes deep
His ankles, caked in mud
Someone says, "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand
That's quicksand, that ain't mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war
Or did you lose them in the flood?
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
Races Sundays in jersey, in a chevy stock super eight
He rides 'er low on the hip on the side, he's got "Bound for glory"
In red, white and blue, flash paint
He leans on the hood, telling racing stories
The kids call him, Jimmy the Saint
Well, that blaze-and-noise boy
He's gunnin' that bitch, loaded to blastin' point
He rides head first into a hurricane, and disappears into a point
Till there's nothin' left, but blood where the body fell
That is, nothin' left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon
A real highwayman's farewell
Someone said, Hey kid, you think that's oil?
Man, that ain't oil, that's blood
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
Or was he just lost in the flood?
Eighth Avenue sailors, in satin shirts, whisper in the air
Some storefront incarnation of Maria
She's puttin' on me the stare
And Bronx's best apostle stands
With his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots
The cops come up for air
Now the whiz-bang gang from uptown
They're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx, he starts lettin' loose
But he gets blown right off his feet
And some kid comes blastin' around the corner
But a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg
Screaming something in Spanish
Still breathing, when I walked away
And someone said, "Hey man, did you see that?
His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud, ugh!
Wonder what that dude was sayin'
Was he just lost in the flood?
Hey man, did you see that?
Them poor cats are sure, messed up
I wonder what they were gettin' into
Or were they all just lost in the, flood?
Were they lost?
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Aaah, whoa
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Step, step, step, step
Step, step, step
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