Lost in the Flood
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โฑ๏ธ 5:14 duration
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๐ Lyrics
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?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.08] The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home
[00:07.44] Like a hungry runaway
[00:11.79] He walks through town all alone
[00:14.92] "He must be from the fort"
[00:16.64] He hears the high school girls say
[00:20.39] His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies
[00:23.95] Dressed in drag for homicide
[00:28.53] They hit and run, plead sanctuary
[00:32.83] 'Neath a holy stone they hide
[00:37.18] They're breakin' beams and crosses
[00:41.15] With a spastic's reelin' perfection
[00:45.85] Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant
[00:50.27] Pleadin' immaculate conception
[00:53.92] And everybody's wrecked on Main Street
[00:57.61] From drinking unholy blood
[01:01.71] Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep
[01:06.04] His ankles caked in mud
[01:11.06] And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand
[01:15.42] That's quicksand that ain't mud
[01:19.32] Have you thrown your senses to the war
[01:23.13] Or did you lose them in the flood?"
[01:29.21] That pure American brother
[01:33.47] Dull-eyed and empty-faced
[01:37.82] Races Sundays in Jersey
[01:41.53] In a Chevy stock super eight
[01:45.33] He rides 'er low on the hip
[01:47.18] On the side he's got Bound For Glory
[01:49.75] In red, white and blue flash paint
[01:53.99] He leans on the hood telling racing stories
[01:58.14] The kids call him Jimmy The Saint
[02:03.79] Well, that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch
[02:08.27] Loaded to blastin' point
[02:11.58] He rides head first into a hurricane
[02:15.38] And disappears into a point
[02:19.11] And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
[02:23.03] That is nothin' left that you could sell
[02:27.07] Just junk all across the horizon
[02:30.86] A real highwayman's farewell
[02:36.16] And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil?
[02:39.91] Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
[02:44.24] I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
[02:48.12] Or was he just lost in the flood?
[02:52.85]
[02:57.37] Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts
[03:01.91] Whisper in the air
[03:05.45] Some storefront incarnation of Maria
[03:09.98] She's puttin' on me the stare
[03:14.13] And Bronx's best apostle stands
[03:17.89] With his hand on his own hardware
[03:22.35] Everything stops, you hear five quick shots
[03:26.56] The cops come up for air
[03:30.01] And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown
[03:33.98] They're shootin' up the street
[03:37.27] Oh, that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
[03:41.19] But he gets blown right off his feet
[03:44.81] Oh, and some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner
[03:49.00] But a cop puts him right away
[03:52.82] He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
[03:56.99] StIll breathing when I walked away
[04:01.76] And someone said, "Hey man, did you see that?
[04:05.32] His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
[04:10.13] I wonder what that dude was sayin'
[04:13.25] Or was he just lost in the flood?
[04:17.21] "Hey man, did you see that?
[04:20.31] Lord, those poor cats are sure messed up"
[04:24.34] I wonder what they were gettin' into
[04:28.20] Or were they all just lost in the flood?
[04:36.64] Were they lost, oh, tell me, tell me, man
[04:41.22] Were they lost?
[04:42.45]
[00:07.44] Like a hungry runaway
[00:11.79] He walks through town all alone
[00:14.92] "He must be from the fort"
[00:16.64] He hears the high school girls say
[00:20.39] His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies
[00:23.95] Dressed in drag for homicide
[00:28.53] They hit and run, plead sanctuary
[00:32.83] 'Neath a holy stone they hide
[00:37.18] They're breakin' beams and crosses
[00:41.15] With a spastic's reelin' perfection
[00:45.85] Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant
[00:50.27] Pleadin' immaculate conception
[00:53.92] And everybody's wrecked on Main Street
[00:57.61] From drinking unholy blood
[01:01.71] Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep
[01:06.04] His ankles caked in mud
[01:11.06] And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand
[01:15.42] That's quicksand that ain't mud
[01:19.32] Have you thrown your senses to the war
[01:23.13] Or did you lose them in the flood?"
[01:29.21] That pure American brother
[01:33.47] Dull-eyed and empty-faced
[01:37.82] Races Sundays in Jersey
[01:41.53] In a Chevy stock super eight
[01:45.33] He rides 'er low on the hip
[01:47.18] On the side he's got Bound For Glory
[01:49.75] In red, white and blue flash paint
[01:53.99] He leans on the hood telling racing stories
[01:58.14] The kids call him Jimmy The Saint
[02:03.79] Well, that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch
[02:08.27] Loaded to blastin' point
[02:11.58] He rides head first into a hurricane
[02:15.38] And disappears into a point
[02:19.11] And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
[02:23.03] That is nothin' left that you could sell
[02:27.07] Just junk all across the horizon
[02:30.86] A real highwayman's farewell
[02:36.16] And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil?
[02:39.91] Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
[02:44.24] I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
[02:48.12] Or was he just lost in the flood?
[02:52.85]
[02:57.37] Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts
[03:01.91] Whisper in the air
[03:05.45] Some storefront incarnation of Maria
[03:09.98] She's puttin' on me the stare
[03:14.13] And Bronx's best apostle stands
[03:17.89] With his hand on his own hardware
[03:22.35] Everything stops, you hear five quick shots
[03:26.56] The cops come up for air
[03:30.01] And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown
[03:33.98] They're shootin' up the street
[03:37.27] Oh, that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
[03:41.19] But he gets blown right off his feet
[03:44.81] Oh, and some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner
[03:49.00] But a cop puts him right away
[03:52.82] He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
[03:56.99] StIll breathing when I walked away
[04:01.76] And someone said, "Hey man, did you see that?
[04:05.32] His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
[04:10.13] I wonder what that dude was sayin'
[04:13.25] Or was he just lost in the flood?
[04:17.21] "Hey man, did you see that?
[04:20.31] Lord, those poor cats are sure messed up"
[04:24.34] I wonder what they were gettin' into
[04:28.20] Or were they all just lost in the flood?
[04:36.64] Were they lost, oh, tell me, tell me, man
[04:41.22] Were they lost?
[04:42.45]