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 qucksand, 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, that 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 I 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 qucksand, 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, that 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 I 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/101/1/410.html Все тексты песен: Bruce Springsteen » Bruce Springsteen - Red Headed Woman » Bruce Springsteen - Jungleland » Bruce Springsteen - Lets Go » Bruce Springsteen - Marie » Bruce Springsteen - Blowing in The Wind » Bruce Springsteen - Give The Girl a Kiss » Bruce Springsteen - Action in The Streets » Bruce Springsteen - Murder Incorporated » Bruce Springsteen - Glory Days » Bruce Springsteen - For You » Bruce Springsteen - You Mean So Much to Me Baby » Bruce Springsteen - Heartbreak Hotel » Bruce Springsteen - Out In The Street » Bruce Springsteen - Into The Fire » Bruce Springsteen - 57 Channels » Bruce Springsteen - Rockaway The Days » Bruce Springsteen - Lucky Town » Bruce Springsteen - Roulette » Bruce Springsteen - Fire » Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City Рекомендуем скачать: » Фактор2 - Для тебя » Филипп Киркоров - Грустный ангел » Филипп Киркоров - Магдалена » Феликс Даллада - Милая, милая, где ты теперь, любимая... » Филипп Киркоров - Не твоя вина » Фабрика звезд-3 - Ария министра мод Фзляндии » Фидошные песни - Песня про зайцев-мастдайцев » Филипп Киркоров - Такой-сякой » Фидошные песни - Песня про Нортон » Фактор2 - В плену » Фимиам - Я живой » Фрейдкин Марк - БАБУШКА РЕВЕККА » Филипп Киркоров - Заблудшая » Фактор2 - Привидение » Филипп Киркоров - Все женщины » Фабрика звезд-5 - Ой, ой (Глюкоза+ФЗ5) » Филипп Киркоров - Сумасшедший вечер » Фабрика звезд-4 - Контрасты » Филипп Киркоров - Бегущая по волнам » Фабрика - Не виноватая я
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