
Date of issue: 04.01.1973
Song language: English
Lost in the Flood |
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? |
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