Текст (слова) песни: Bruce Springsteen - Lost In The Flood

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
His countryside`s burnin` with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide
They`re breakin` beams and crosses with a spastic`s reelin` perfection
nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin` immaculate
conception
And everybody`s wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said "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 them in the flood?"

That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
He rides `er 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 racing stories, the kids call him
Jimmy The Saint
Well the blaze and noise boy, he`s gunnin` that bitch loaded
to blastin` point
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And there`s nothin` left but some blood where the body fell
That is, nothin` left that you could sell
just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman`s farewell
And 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 storm
Or was he just lost in the flood?
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, 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
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin` loose
but he gets blown right off his feet
And 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 somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the
street with such a beautiful 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
I wonder what they were gettin` into, or were they just lost in the flood?

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bruce Springsteen - Lost In The Flood 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 His countryside`s burnin` with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide They`re breakin` beams and crosses with a spastic`s reelin` perfection nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin` immaculate conception And everybody`s wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud And I said "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 them in the flood?" That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight He rides `er 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 racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint Well the blaze and noise boy, he`s gunnin` that bitch loaded to blastin` point He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point And there`s nothin` left but some blood where the body fell That is, nothin` left that you could sell just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman`s farewell And 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 storm Or was he just lost in the flood? 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, 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 And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin` loose but he gets blown right off his feet And 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 somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful 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 I wonder what they were gettin` into, or were they just lost in the flood? Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Lost In The Flood: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/183.html Все тексты песен: Bruce Springsteen » Bruce Springsteen - The Line » Bruce Springsteen - Downbound Train » Bruce Springsteen - Spare Parts » Bruce Springsteen - Vibes Man » Bruce Springsteen - Streets of Philadelphila » Bruce Springsteen - All The Way Home » Bruce Springsteen - Johnny 99 » Bruce Springsteen - BORN IN THE U.S.A. » Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City » Bruce Springsteen - Give The Girl a Kiss » Bruce Springsteen - Mansion On The Hill » Bruce Springsteen - For You » Bruce Springsteen - On The Prowl » Bruce Springsteen - Bring on The Night » Bruce Springsteen - Native American » Bruce Springsteen - Rosalita » Bruce Springsteen - Secret Garden (Jerry McGuire Version) » Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska » Bruce Springsteen - All That Heaven Will Allow » Bruce Springsteen - ENGLISH SONS (aka Endless Nights) Рекомендуем скачать: » Геннадий Васильев - Гитаре » Григорий Дикштейн - Танго с секретом » Григорий Дикштейн - Распалась связь времен... » Георгий Дубенецкий - Клуб Альпиндустрия » Григорий Лепс - Здесь лапы елей дрожат на ветру... » Геннадий Жуков - Вначале яблоко » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Раздражение » Геннадий Жуков - Когда бы я был при рождении мира... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Все пройдет » Гиви Чрелашвили - Рыцарь Пьяного Образа » Геннадий Жуков - Письма из города. Гений » Геннадий Васильев - Памяти барда Леонида Семакова » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Вершки и корешки » Гиви Чрелашвили - Непримиримость » Геннадий Васильев - Сергею Косыгину » Григорий Дикштейн - Водный слалом » Глюкоза - Ненавижу » Георгий Дубенецкий - Вальс в кирпичных тонах » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Пой, революция! » Гости из Будущего - Беги от меня
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