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Fecha de emisión: 04.11.1973
Idioma de la canción: inglés
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 |
The 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 the 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 he 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 hard ware |
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 he gets blown right off |
His feet |
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? |
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood? |