Intro: Em

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The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
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He walks through town all alone
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He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say

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His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
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The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide
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They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
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Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate 
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conception
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And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
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Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
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And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't 
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mud
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Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?" ...
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Additional Lyrics:
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That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
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Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
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He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, 
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White and blue flash paint
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He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The 
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Saint
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Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' 
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point
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He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
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And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
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That is, nothin' left that you could sell
     
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Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
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And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's 
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blood"

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I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
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Or was he just lost in the flood? 

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Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
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Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
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And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hard ware
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Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air
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And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
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And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
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but he gets blown right off his feet
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And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away
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He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
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Still breathing when I walked away
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And somebody said "Hey man did you see that?
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His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
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I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
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Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
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I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?