Lost In the Flood (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - June/July 2000)

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

This countryside's burnin' with wolfmen fairies dressed in drag for homicide

They hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath the 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 her 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 racin' stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint

Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point

He rides headfirst 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 I said, "Hey kid, d'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 hardware

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

Whoa, that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet

Oh, 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?

Well, hey man, did you see that?

Lord, those poor cats are sure messed up

I wonder what they were gettin' into

Or were they all just lost in the flood?

Were they lost, oh, tell me, tell me, man

Were they lost?