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. 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 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 `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 telling racing stories the kids call him Jimmy The. Saint. Well the 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. And he said "Hey kid 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 hard ware. 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. And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose but he gets blown right off his feet. 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?. Hey man did you see that those poor cats are sure messed up. I wonder what they were gettin' into or were they just lost in the flood?.