Lost in the Flood - Live at Madison Square Garden
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
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
They hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
Breakin' beams and crosses, makin' the midnight connections
As the sisters run bald through church 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
The sticker 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
He races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy 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 disappear into a point
Until 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
And 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
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
But gets blown right off his feet
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"
Wonder what that dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
"Hey man, did you see that? that cats are sure messed up"
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?
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
They hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
Breakin' beams and crosses, makin' the midnight connections
As the sisters run bald through church 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
The sticker 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
He races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy 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 disappear into a point
Until 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
And 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
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
But gets blown right off his feet
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"
Wonder what that dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
"Hey man, did you see that? that cats are sure messed up"
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?
Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen
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