Lost in the Flood-Bruce Springsteen

[ti:Lost in the Flood] [ar:Bruce Springsteen] [al:X2 (Greetings From Asbury Park/The Wild, Innocent & The E Street Shuffle)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Lost in the Flood - Bruce Springsteen [00:04.12]The ragamuffin gunner is returning home [00:07.32] [00:07.89]Like a hungry runaway [00:10.48] [00:12.23]He walks through town all alone [00:15.37]He must be from the fort he hears [00:17.47]The high school girls say [00:19.82] [00:20.82]His countrysides burning with wolfman [00:23.57]Fairies dressed in drag for homicide [00:27.72] [00:28.98]The hit and run plead sanctuary [00:32.66] [00:33.32]Neath a holy stone they hide [00:36.55] [00:37.59]They're breaking beams [00:39.27]And crosses with a spastics reeling perfection [00:45.08] [00:46.35]Nuns run bald through vatican halls pregnant [00:50.16] [00:50.85]Pleading immaculate conception [00:53.52] [00:54.38]And everybodys wrecked on [00:56.44]Main street from drinking unholy blood [01:01.19] [01:02.52]Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep [01:06.49]His ankles caked in mud [01:09.60] [01:11.50]And I said hey gunner man thats quicksand [01:16.06]Thats quicksand that ain't mud [01:19.19] [01:20.01]Have you thrown your senses to the war [01:23.65]Or did you lose them in the flood [01:26.76] [01:29.84]That pure american brother [01:32.68] [01:34.16]Dull-eyed and empty-faced [01:36.69] [01:38.67]Races sundays in jersey in a chevy stock super eight [01:45.46] [01:46.06]He rides 'er low on the hip [01:47.88]On the side hes got bound for glory in red [01:51.17]White and blue flash paint [01:53.70] [01:54.68]He leans on the hood telling racing stories [01:58.16] [01:58.86]The kids call him jimmy the [02:00.80]Saint [02:01.57] [02:04.52]Wegll the blaze and noise boy [02:06.73]Hes gunning that b**ch loaded to blasting point [02:11.33] [02:12.30]He rides head first into a hurricane [02:16.06]And disappears into a point [02:19.07] [02:19.93]And theres nothing left [02:21.12]But some blood where the body fell [02:23.88]That is nothing left that you could sell [02:26.85] [02:27.83]Just junk all across the horizon [02:31.03] [02:31.58]A real highwaymans farewell [02:34.98] [02:37.10]And he said hey kid you think thats oil man [02:41.71]That ain't oil thats blood [02:44.08] [02:44.96]I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm [02:48.09] [02:48.85]Or was he just lost in the flood [02:51.85] [02:58.43]Eighth avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air [03:05.06] [03:06.47]Some storefront incarnation of maria [03:10.24] [03:10.82]She's putting on me the stare [03:13.77] [03:14.98]And bronxs best apostle stands with [03:19.05]His hand on his own hard ware [03:22.26] [03:23.38]Everything stops you hear five [03:26.09]Quick shots the cops come up for air [03:29.91] [03:31.05]And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown [03:34.34] [03:34.90]They're shooting up the street [03:37.72] [03:38.23]And that cat from the bronx starts letting loose [03:42.19]But he gets blown right off his feet [03:45.16] [03:46.06]And some kid comes blasting round the corner [03:49.31] [03:50.03]But a cop puts him right away [03:52.96] [03:53.90]He lays on the street [03:55.05]Holding his leg screaming something in spanish [03:58.00]Still breathing when I walked away [04:00.80] [04:02.67]And someone said hey man did you see [04:05.70]That his body hit the street with [04:08.25]Such a beautiful thud [04:10.00] [04:11.14]I wonder what the dude was saying [04:13.33] [04:14.20]Or was he just lost in the flood [04:17.59] [04:18.48]Hey man did you see that [04:21.11] [04:21.99]Those poor cats are sure messed up [04:24.65] [04:25.50]I wonder what they were getting into [04:29.38]Or were they just lost in the flood