[00:00.000] 作词 : Springsteen
[00:02.84][Verse 1]
[00:04.33]The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
[00:11.45]He walks through town all alone
[00:15.02]"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say
[00:20.21]This countryside's burnin' with wolfmen fairies dressed in drag for homicide
[00:28.68]They hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath the holy stone they hide
[00:36.59]They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
[00:45.92]Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
[00:54.16]And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
[01:02.30]Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
[01:10.79][Chorus]
[01:11.66]And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand
[01:15.97]That's quicksand that ain't mud"
[01:20.03]Have you thrown your senses to the war
[01:23.55]Or did you lose them in the flood?
[01:28.55][Verse 2]
[01:30.07]That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
[01:37.79]Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
[01:45.79]He rides her low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint
[01:53.72]He leans on the hood telling racin' stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint
[02:04.61]Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
[02:12.09]He rides headfirst into a hurricane and disappears into a point
[02:19.80]And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
[02:23.68]That is, nothin' left that you could sell
[02:27.85]Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
[02:36.62][Chorus]
[02:37.10]And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil?
[02:41.04]Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
[02:44.69]I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
[02:48.38]Or was he just lost in the flood?
[02:53.05][Verse 3]
[02:56.52]Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
[03:06.18]Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
[03:14.72]And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
[03:23.04]Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
[03:30.33]And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
[03:38.21]Whoa, that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet
[03:45.70]Oh, and some kid comes blastin' round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
[03:53.45]He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
[04:02.02]Still breathing when I walked away
[04:03.20][Chorus]
[04:03.74]And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that?
[04:06.63]His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
[04:11.08]I wonder what the dude was sayin'
[04:14.08]Or was he just lost in the flood?
[04:18.20]Well, hey man, did you see that?
[04:21.31]Lord, those poor cats are sure messed up
[04:25.44]I wonder what they were gettin' into
[04:29.48]Or were they all just lost in the flood?
[04:37.91][Outro]
[04:38.21]Were they lost, oh, tell me, tell me, man
[04:42.88]Were they lost?
[04:50.77]