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Tytuł: Lost in the Flood

  • Wykonawca: Bruce Springsteen
  • Wy¶wietleń: 219
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 wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
  The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide
  They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
  nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, 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
  And I said "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 the 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
  And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
  That is, nothin' left that you could sell
  just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
  And he 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
  And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
  And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
  but he gets blown right off his feet
  And some kid comes blastin' round 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 somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
  I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
  Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
  I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?