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 hard
ware
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?
