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
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies
Dressed in drag for homicide
They 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, 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
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
Oh, 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 someone said, "Hey man, did you see that?
His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
I wonder what that dude was sayin'
Or was he just lost in the flood?
"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
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies
Dressed in drag for homicide
They 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, 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
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
Oh, 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 someone said, "Hey man, did you see that?
His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
I wonder what that dude was sayin'
Or was he just lost in the flood?
"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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Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen
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Other Album Tracks
- Blinded By the Light
- Growin' Up
- Mary Queen of Arkansas
- Does This Bus Stop At 82nd Street?
- Lost In the Flood
- The Angel
- For You
- Spirit In the Night
- It's Hard to Be a Saint In the City
- The E Street Shuffle
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- Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band - The Born in the U.S.A. Tour '84 - '85
- The Live Series: Songs From Around The World Vol. 2
- Best of Bruce Springsteen (Expanded Edition)
- Songs Of Celebration (The Live Series)
- The Live Series: Songs on Keys
- Addicted to Romance (from the film 'She Came to Me') - Single
- The Live Series: Songs of New Jersey
- The Live Series: Songs of Introspection
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