[00:04.24] The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home
[00:07.79] Like a hungry runaway
[00:12.29] He walks through town all alone
[00:15.25] "He must be from the fort"
[00:17.34] He hears the high school girls say
[00:20.21] His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies
[00:24.03] Dressed in drag for homicide
[00:28.86] They hit and run, plead sanctuary
[00:33.35] 'Neath a holy stone they hide
[00:37.75] They're breakin' beams and crosses
[00:41.60] With a spastic's reelin' perfection
[00:45.76] Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant
[00:50.80] Pleadin' immaculate conception
[00:54.39] And everybody's wrecked on Main Street
[00:57.66] From drinking unholy blood
[01:02.38] Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep
[01:06.27] His ankles caked in mud
[01:11.53] And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand
[01:15.72] That's quicksand that ain't mud
[01:19.67] Have you thrown your senses to the war
[01:23.26] Or did you lose them in the flood?"
[01:29.94] That pure American brother
[01:34.06] Dull-eyed and empty-faced
[01:38.21] Races Sundays in Jersey
[01:42.16] In a Chevy stock super eight
[01:45.98] He rides 'er low on the hip
[01:47.76] On the side he's got Bound For Glory
[01:49.85] In red, white and blue flash paint
[01:54.33] He leans on the hood telling racing stories
[01:57.84] The kids call him Jimmy The Saint
[02:02.18] 
[02:04.40] Well, that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch
[02:08.29] Loaded to blastin' point
[02:11.84] He rides head first into a hurricane
[02:15.39] And disappears into a point
[02:19.23] And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
[02:22.88] That is nothin' left that you could sell
[02:27.61] Just junk all across the horizon
[02:30.56] A real highwayman's farewell
[02:36.55] And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil?
[02:39.86] Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
[02:44.32] I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
[02:47.95] Or was he just lost in the flood?
[02:52.68] 
[02:58.03] Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts
[03:02.42] Whisper in the air
[03:06.04] Some storefront incarnation of Maria
[03:10.40] She's puttin' on me the stare
[03:14.20] And Bronx's best apostle stands
[03:18.11] With his hand on his own hardware
[03:22.32] Everything stops, you hear five quick shots
[03:26.83] The cops come up for air
[03:30.39] And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown
[03:33.98] They're shootin' up the street
[03:37.87] Oh, that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
[03:41.45] But he gets blown right off his feet
[03:45.00] Oh, and some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner
[03:48.73] But a cop puts him right away
[03:52.84] He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
[03:57.06] StIll breathing when I walked away
[04:02.49] And someone said, "Hey man, did you see that?
[04:05.08] His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
[04:10.00] I wonder what that dude was sayin'
[04:13.49] Or was he just lost in the flood?
[04:17.66] "Hey man, did you see that?
[04:20.64] Lord, those poor cats are sure messed up"
[04:24.59] I wonder what they were gettin' into
[04:25.09] Or were they all just lost in the flood?
[04:34.93] Were they lost, oh, tell me, tell me, man
[04:41.70] Were they lost?
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