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	<title>Videos y Letras de Bruce Springsteen &#187; Lost In The Flood</title>
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		<title>Lost in the Flood</title>
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Letra de &#8220;Lost in the Flood&#8221;
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin&#8217; 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&#8217;s burnin&#8217; with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit and run, plead sanctuary, &#8216;neath a holy stone they hide
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<h4>Letra de &#8220;Lost in the Flood&#8221;</h4>
<p>The ragamuffin gunner is returnin&#8217; home like a hungry runaway<br />
He walks through town all alone<br />
He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say<br />
His countryside&#8217;s burnin&#8217; with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide<br />
The hit and run, plead sanctuary, &#8216;neath a holy stone they hide<br />
They&#8217;re breakin&#8217; beams and crosses with a spastic&#8217;s reelin&#8217; perfection<br />
nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin&#8217; immaculate conception<br />
And everybody&#8217;s wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood<br />
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud<br />
And I said &#8220;Hey, gunner man, that&#8217;s quicksand, that&#8217;s quicksand that ain&#8217;t mud<br />
Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?&#8221;</p>
<p>That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced<br />
races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight<br />
He rides &#8216;er low on the hip, on the side he&#8217;s got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint<br />
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint<br />
Well the blaze and noise boy, he&#8217;s gunnin&#8217; that bitch loaded to blastin&#8217; point<br />
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point<br />
And there&#8217;s nothin&#8217; left but some blood where the body fell<br />
That is, nothin&#8217; left that you could sell<br />
just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman&#8217;s farewell<br />
And he said &#8220;Hey kid, you think that&#8217;s oil? Man, that ain&#8217;t oil that&#8217;s blood&#8221;<br />
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm<br />
Or was he just lost in the flood?<br />
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air<br />
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she&#8217;s puttin&#8217; on me the stare<br />
and Bronx&#8217;s best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware<br />
Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air<br />
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they&#8217;re shootin&#8217; up the street<br />
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin&#8217; loose<br />
but he gets blown right off his feet<br />
And some kid comes blastin&#8217; round the corner but a cop puts him right away<br />
He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish<br />
Still breathing when I walked away<br />
And somebody said &#8220;Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud&#8221;<br />
I wonder what the dude was sayin&#8217; or was he just lost in the flood?<br />
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up<br />
I wonder what they were gettin&#8217; into, or were they just lost in the flood?</p></div>
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