• 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 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?
  • Blinded by the Light (5:04)
  • Growin' Up (3:05)
  • Mary Queen of Arkansas (5:21)
  • Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street? (2:05)
  • Lost in the Flood (5:17)
  • The Angel (3:24)
  • For You (4:40)
  • Spirit in the Night (4:59)
  • It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City (3:13)