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Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Lost In The Flood

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Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Lost In The Flood




The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runawayHe walks through town all aloneHe must be from the fort he hears the high school girls sayHis countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicideThe hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hideThey're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfectionnuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception( )And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy bloodSticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mudAnd I said "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mudHave you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-facedraces Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eightHe rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, whiteand blue flash paintHe leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The SaintWell the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' pointHe rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a pointAnd there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fellThat is, nothin' left that you could selljust junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewellAnd 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 stormOr was he just lost in the flood?Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the airSome storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stareand Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardwareEverything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for airAnd now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the streetAnd that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loosebut he gets blown right off his feetAnd some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right awayHe lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in SpanishStill breathing when I walked awayAnd somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such abeautiful 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




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