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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Vocals
Vincent "Loper" Lopez
Vincent "Loper" Lopez
Drums
David Sancious
David Sancious
Piano
Garry Tallent
Garry Tallent
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
M. Appel
M. Appel
Producer
Jim Cretecos
Jim Cretecos
Producer
Louis Lahav
Louis Lahav
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Jack Ashkinazy
Jack Ashkinazy
Mixing Engineer
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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 reeling perfection
[Verse 3]
Nuns run bold through Vatican halls
Pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street
From drinkin' unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep
His ankles caked in mud
[Verse 4]
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?"
[Verse 5]
That pure, American brother
Dull-eyed and empty-faced
Races Sundays in Jersey
In a Chevy stock super eight
[Verse 6]
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 tellin' racin' stories
The kids call him "Jimmy the Saint"
[Verse 7]
Well, that 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
[Verse 8]
And I said "Hey, kid
Ya think that's oil?
Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinkin'
When he hit that storm
Or was he just lost in the flood?
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
And now the whiz-bang gang
From uptown, they're shotin' up the street
Well, 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 holdin' his leg
Screamin' something in Spanish
Still breathin' when I walked away
[Verse 11]
And someone said, "Hey man, did ya see that?
His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
I wonder what that dude was sayin'
Or was he just lost in the flood?
"Whoa, hey man did ya see that?
Oh, those poor cats are sure messed up"
I wonder what they were gettin' into
Or were they all just lost in the flood?
[Verse 12]
Were they lost? Oh tell me, tell me
Were they lost?
Written by: Bruce Springsteen
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