INTRO: EmDCDGBm
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
CD
He walks through town all alone
GBm
He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say
DD/CEmBm
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
CDGBm
The hit and run, plead sanctuary, neath a holy stone they hide
CDGBm
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
CDGBm
nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
DD/CEmBm
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
CDCBmEm
Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
CDEmCDEm
And I said Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud
CDEmCDEmAmD
Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?
CDGBm
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
CDGBm
Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
DD/C
He rides her low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory
EmBm
In red, white and blue flash paint
CDCBmEmD
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint
EmGAmEm
Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
GAmEm
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
DD/C
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
EmBm
That is, nothin' left that you could sell
CDCBmEm
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
CDEmCDEm
And I said Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood
CDEm
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
CDEmAmDDAmEm
Or was he just lost in the flood?
CDGBm
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
CDGBm
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
DD/CEmBm
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
CDCBmEm
Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air
EmGAmEm
And now the whizz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
G
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
AmEm
but he gets blown right off his feet
DD/CEmBm
And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away
CD
He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
CBmEm
Still breathing when I walked away
CDEm
And somebody said Hey man did you see that?
CDEm
His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud
CDEmCDEm
I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
CDEmCDEm
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
CDEmCDEmAmD
I wonder what they were getting into, or were they all just lost in the flood?
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