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LOST IN THE FLOOD from Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.
The Cragamuffin gunner is Dreturnin' home like a Ghungry runawayBm
He Cwalks through town all aDlone
He must be from the Gfort he hears the high school girls Bmsay
His Dcountryside's burnin' with D/Cwolfman fairies dressed in Emdrag for homiciBmde
The Chit and run, plead Dsanctuary, neath a Gholy stone they Bmhide
They're Cbreakin' beams and Dcrosses with a Gspastic's reelin' perBmfection
Cnuns run bald through DVatican halls pregnant, Gpleadin' immaculate conBmception
And Deverybody's wrecked on D/CMain Street from Emdrinking unholy bBmlood
CSticker smiles sweet as DGunner breathes deep, his Cankles Bmcaked in Emmud
And I said CHey, gunner Dman, that's Emquicksand, that's Cquicksand Dthat ain't Emmud
Have you Cthrown your Dsenses Emto the war or did you Close them Din the Emflood?Am D
That Cpure American Dbrother, dull-Geyed and empty-faced Bm
CRaces Sundays in DJersey in a GChevy stock super Bmeight
He rides her Dlow on the hip, on the side he's got D/CBound For Glory
In Emred, white and blue flash Bmpaint
He Cleans on the hood telling Dracing stories, the Ckids call him BmJimmy The EmSaint D
Well that Emblaze and noise boy, he's Ggunnin' that bitch Amloaded to blastin' point Em
He rides head first into a Ghurricane and disaAmppears into a poinEmt
And there's Dnothin' left but some blood where the D/Cbody fell
That is, Emnothin' left that you could Bmsell
Just Cjunk all across the Dhorizon, a real ChighwayBmman's fareEmwell
And I said CHey kid, you Dthink that's Emoil? Man, Cthat ain't Doil that's Emblood
I Cwonder what he was Dthinking when he Emhit that storm
Or Cwas he just Dlost in the Emflood?Am D D Am Em
Eighth CAvenue sailors in Dsatin shirts Gwhisper in the airBm
Some Cstorefront incarDnation of Maria, she's Gputtin' on me the Bmstare
And DBronx's best aD/Cpostle stands with his Emhand on his own hardBmware
CEverything stops, you hear Dfive, quick shots, the Ccops come Bmup for Emair
And now the Emwhizz-bang gang from Guptown, they're Amshootin' up the Emstreet
And that cat from the Bronx starts Glettin' loose
but he gets Amblown right off his Emfeet
And some Dkid comes blastin' round the D/Ccorner but a Emcop puts him right aBmway
He Clays on the street holding his leg screaming Dsomething in Spanish
Still Cbreathing when BmI walked aEmway
And somebody said CHey man Ddid you see Emthat?
His body hit the Cstreet with such a Dbeautiful Emthud
I Cwonder what the Ddude was sayinEm' or Cwas he just Dlost in the Emflood?
CHey man, Ddid you see Emthat, those Cpoor cats are Dsure messed Emup
I Cwonder what Dthey were getting Eminto, or Cwere they all just Dlost in the EmflooAmd? D
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