Bruce Springsteen - Lost in the flood

The ra^Cgamuffin gunner is ret^Durning home like a h^Gungry runaw^Bmay He w^Calks through town a^Dll alone " He must be from^G the fort", he hears the high school girls ^Bmsay His ^Dcountryside's burning with ^Cwolfman fairies dressed in ^Emdrag for homi^Bmcide They ^Chit and run plead s^Danctuary,'neath a ^Gholy stone they ^Bmhide They're ^Cbreakin' beams and ^Dcrosses with a ^Gspastic's reelin' per^Bmfection ^CNuns run bald though Va^Dtican halls, pregnant,^Gpleadin' immaculate con^Bmception And ^Deverybody's wrecked on ^CMain street from ^Emdrinking unholy ^Bmblood ^CSticker smiles sweet as G^Dunner breathes deep, his ^Cankles ^Dcaked in ^Emmud And I said, &q^Cuot; Hey gu^Dnner man, th^Emat's quicksand, th^Cat's quicks^Dand, that ain't ^Emmud. Have you ^Cthrown your ^Dsenses ^Emto the war, or did you ^Close them ^Din the floo^Emd?&^Amquo^Dt; That ^Cpure American ^Dbrother, dull-^Geyed and empty-f^Bmaced ^CRaces Sundays in ^DJersey, in a ^GChevy stock super ^Bmeight He rides 'er ^Dlow on the hip, on the side he's got^C "Bound for Glory" in ^Emred white and blue flash ^Bmpaint He l^Ceans on the hood telling ^Dracing stories, the ^Ckids call him ^DJimmy the ^EmSaint Well that ^Emblaze and noise boy, he's ^Ggunnin' that bitch ^Cloaded to blastin' ^Empoint. He ^Emrides headfirst into a h^Gurricane and dissa^Cpears into a p^Emoint And there's ^Dnothin' left but some blood where the ^Cbody fell, that is, ^Emnothin' left that you could ^Bmsell Just j^Cunk all across the ^Dhorizon, a real h^Cighway^Dman's farew^Emell And I said, &^Cquot;Hey kid,^D you think tha^Emt's oil?^C Man that a^Din't oil, th^Emat's blood I w^Conder what he was ^Dthinking when he h^Emit that storm, or ^Cwas he just l^Dost in the flo^Emod?^Am&qu^Dot;^{D Am Em} Eighth ^CAvenue sailors in ^Dsatin shirts ^Gwhisper in the ^Bmair Some ^Cstorefront incarn^Dation of Maria, she's ^Gputtin' on me the s^Bmtare And B^Dronx's best a^Cpostle stands with his ^Emhand on his own hard^Bmware E^Cverything stops, you hear ^Dfive quick shots, the ^Ccops come ^Dup for ^Emair And now the ^Emwhiz-bang gang from ^Guptown, they're ^Cshootin' up the ^Emstreet And that ^Emcat from the Bronx starts ^Glettin' loose, but he gets ^Cblown right off his ^Emfeet. And some ^Dkid comes blastin' round the ^Ccorner, but a ^Emcop puts him right a^Bmway He l^Cays on the street holding his ^Dleg, screaming something is Spanish still b^Creathin' when ^DI walked aw^Emay And someone said, &^Cquot;Hey m^Dan, did you ^Emsee that? His body hit^C the street with such a ^Dbeautiful t^Emhud" I w^Conder what the ^Ddude was s^Emayin' or ^Cwas he just ^Dlost in the ^Emflood? H^Cey man ^Ddid you s^Emee that? Those ^Cpoor cats are s^Dure messed u^Emp I ^Cwonder what ^Dthey were gettin' ^Eminto, or w^Cere they all just ^Dlost Em Am D D Am Em / Em Am D D Am Em /(repeat to end ) in the flood?