[00:04.22] The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home
[00:07.76] Like a hungry runaway
[00:12.23] He walks through town all alone
[00:15.26] "He must be from the fort"
[00:17.31] He hears the high school girls say
[00:20.30] His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies
[00:24.06] Dressed in drag for homicide
[00:28.89] They hit and run, plead sanctuary
[00:33.40] 'Neath a holy stone they hide
[00:37.76] They're breakin' beams and crosses
[00:41.65] With a spastic's reelin' perfection
[00:45.74] Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant
[00:50.85] Pleadin' immaculate conception
[00:54.34] And everybody's wrecked on Main Street
[00:57.68] From drinking unholy blood
[01:02.34] Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep
[01:06.22] His ankles caked in mud
[01:11.67] And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand
[01:15.72] That's quicksand that ain't mud
[01:19.63] Have you thrown your senses to the war
[01:23.25] Or did you lose them in the flood?"
[01:29.97] That pure American brother
[01:34.08] Dull-eyed and empty-faced
[01:38.29] Races Sundays in Jersey
[01:42.18] In a Chevy stock super eight
[01:45.93] He rides 'er low on the hip
[01:47.72] On the side he's got Bound For Glory
[01:49.88] In red, white and blue flash paint
[01:54.38] He leans on the hood telling racing stories
[01:57.81] The kids call him Jimmy The Saint
[02:04.40] Well, that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch
[02:08.26] Loaded to blastin' point
[02:11.74] He rides head first into a hurricane
[02:15.37] And disappears into a point
[02:19.23] And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
[02:22.86] That is nothin' left that you could sell
[02:27.65] Just junk all across the horizon
[02:30.58] A real highwayman's farewell
[02:36.57] And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil?
[02:39.87] Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
[02:44.37] I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
[02:47.96] Or was he just lost in the flood?
[02:58.03] Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts
[03:02.41] Whisper in the air
[03:06.06] Some storefront incarnation of Maria
[03:10.44] She's puttin' on me the stare
[03:14.29] And Bronx's best apostle stands
[03:18.15] With his hand on his own hardware
[03:22.40] Everything stops, you hear five quick shots
[03:26.82] The cops come up for air
[03:30.39] And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown
[03:33.93] They're shootin' up the street
[03:37.88] Oh, that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
[03:41.46] But he gets blown right off his feet
[03:45.03] Oh, and some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner
[03:48.68] But a cop puts him right away
[03:52.87] He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
[03:57.06] StIll breathing when I walked away
[04:02.47] And someone said, "Hey man, did you see that?
[04:05.06] His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
[04:10.06] I wonder what that dude was sayin'
[04:13.47] Or was he just lost in the flood?
[04:17.63] "Hey man, did you see that?
[04:20.69] Lord, those poor cats are sure messed up"
[04:24.54] I wonder what they were gettin' into
[04:25.06] Or were they all just lost in the flood?
[04:34.95] Were they lost, oh, tell me, tell me, man
[04:41.79] Were they lost?
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