《Lost in the Flood》歌词

[00:00:00] Lost in the Flood - Bruce Springsteen (布鲁斯·斯普林斯汀)

[00:00:04] The ragamuffin gunner is returning home

[00:00:07] Like a hungry runaway

[00:00:12] He walks through town all alone

[00:00:15] He must be from the fort he hears

[00:00:17] The high school girls say

[00:00:20] His countrysides burning with wolfman

[00:00:23] Fairies dressed in drag for homicide

[00:00:28] The hit and run plead sanctuary

[00:00:33] Neath a holy stone they hide

[00:00:37] They're breaking beams

[00:00:39] And crosses with a spastics reeling perfection

[00:00:46] Nuns run bald through vatican halls pregnant

[00:00:50] Pleading immaculate conception

[00:00:54] And everybodys wrecked on

[00:00:56] Main street from drinking unholy blood

[00:01:02] Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep

[00:01:06] His ankles caked in mud

[00:01:11] And I said hey gunner man thats quicksand

[00:01:16] Thats quicksand that ain't mud

[00:01:20] Have you thrown your senses to the war

[00:01:23] Or did you lose them in the flood

[00:01:29] That pure american brother

[00:01:34] Dull-eyed and empty-faced

[00:01:38] Races sundays in jersey in a chevy stock super eight

[00:01:46] He rides 'er low on the hip

[00:01:47] On the side hes got bound for glory in red

[00:01:51] White and blue flash paint

[00:01:54] He leans on the hood telling racing stories

[00:01:58] The kids call him jimmy the

[00:02:00] Saint

[00:02:04] Wegll the blaze and noise boy

[00:02:06] Hes gunning that b**ch loaded to blasting point

[00:02:12] He rides head first into a hurricane

[00:02:16] And disappears into a point

[00:02:19] And theres nothing left

[00:02:21] But some blood where the body fell

[00:02:23] That is nothing left that you could sell

[00:02:27] Just junk all across the horizon

[00:02:31] A real highwaymans farewell

[00:02:37] And he said hey kid you think thats oil man

[00:02:41] That ain't oil thats blood

[00:02:44] I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm

[00:02:48] Or was he just lost in the flood

[00:02:58] Eighth avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air

[00:03:06] Some storefront incarnation of maria

[00:03:10] She's putting on me the stare

[00:03:14] And bronxs best apostle stands with

[00:03:19] His hand on his own hard ware

[00:03:23] Everything stops you hear five

[00:03:26] Quick shots the cops come up for air

[00:03:31] And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown

[00:03:34] They're shooting up the street

[00:03:38] And that cat from the bronx starts letting loose

[00:03:42] But he gets blown right off his feet

[00:03:46] And some kid comes blasting round the corner

[00:03:50] But a cop puts him right away

[00:03:53] He lays on the street

[00:03:55] Holding his leg screaming something in spanish

[00:03:58] Still breathing when I walked away

[00:04:02] And someone said hey man did you see

[00:04:05] That his body hit the street with

[00:04:08] Such a beautiful thud

[00:04:11] I wonder what the dude was saying

[00:04:14] Or was he just lost in the flood

[00:04:18] Hey man did you see that

[00:04:21] Those poor cats are sure messed up

[00:04:25] I wonder what they were getting into

[00:04:29] Or were they just lost in the flood