LOST IN THE FLOOD from Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.
INTRO: Em D
C D G Bm
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
C D
He walks through town all alone
G Bm
He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say
D D/C Em Bm
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
C D G Bm
The hit and run, plead sanctuary, neath a holy stone they hide
C D G Bm
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
C D G Bm
nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
D D/C Em Bm
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
C D C Bm Em
Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
C D Em C D Em
And I said Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud
C D Em C D Em Am D
Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?
C D G Bm
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
C D G Bm
Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
D D/C
He rides her low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory
Em Bm
In red, white and blue flash paint
C D C Bm Em D
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint
Em G Am Em
Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
G Am Em
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
D D/C
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
Em Bm
That is, nothin' left that you could sell
C D C Bm Em
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
C D Em C D Em
And I said Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood
C D Em
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
C D Em Am D D Am Em
Or was he just lost in the flood?
C D G Bm
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
C D G Bm
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
D D/C Em Bm
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
C D C Bm Em
Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air
Em G Am Em
And now the whizz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
G
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
Am Em
but he gets blown right off his feet
D D/C Em Bm
And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away
C D
He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
C Bm Em
Still breathing when I walked away
C D Em
And somebody said Hey man did you see that?
C D Em
His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud
C D Em C D Em
I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
C D Em C D Em
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
C D Em C D Em Am D
I wonder what they were getting into, or were they all just lost in the flood?
OUTRO: D Am Em Em Am D
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