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
This countryside's burnin' with wolfmen fairies dressed in drag for homicide
They hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath the holy stone they hide
Breakin' beams and crosses, making their midnight connections
As the sisters run bald through church halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
And Sticker smiles sweet, and gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And Sticker says, "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 'em in the flood?"
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
He races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy super eight
He rides her 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 racin' stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint
And that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
They ride headfirst into a hurricane and disappear into a point
Till there's nothin' left but blood where the body fell
That is, nothin' left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
Someone 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?
Hey!
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 and 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
That cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but gets blown right off his feet
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!
Wonder what that dude was sayin', or was he just lost in the flood?
Hey man, did you see that? Them cats are sure messed up
I wonder what they was gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?
Whoa, oh sing
Whoa, were they lost
Were they lost
Whoaaaaaa, whoaaaaaa
Were they lost, were they lost
Hey, step it, step it, step it, step it
Hey, step it, hey, step it, step it, step, step, step!
compositores: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
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