Bruce Springsteen - Lost in the Flood lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - Lost in the Flood lyrics]
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
This countryside's burnin' with
Wolfmen fairies dressed in drag for homicide
They hit and run, plead sanctuary
'neath the 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 her 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 racin' 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 headfirst 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 I 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
Whoa, that cat from the
Bronx starts lettin' loose
But he gets blown right off his feet
Oh, 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?
Well, hey man, did you see that?
Lord, those 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, oh, tell me, tell me, man
Were they lost?
Like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
"He must be from the fort
" he hears the high school girls say
This countryside's burnin' with
Wolfmen fairies dressed in drag for homicide
They hit and run, plead sanctuary
'neath the 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 her 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 racin' 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 headfirst 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 I 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
Whoa, that cat from the
Bronx starts lettin' loose
But he gets blown right off his feet
Oh, 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?
Well, hey man, did you see that?
Lord, those 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, oh, tell me, tell me, man
Were they lost?