Lost in the Flood Bruce Springsteen
T[E]he ragam[C]uffin gunner is returni[D]n' home like a hun[G]gry runaway [A]
He w[C]alks through town all al[D]one
He must be from the fort [G]he hears the high school girls [A]say
His [D]countryside's burnin' with wolf[D/C]man fairies dressed in d[Em]rag for homici[A]de[D]
The h[C]it and run, plead san[D]ctuary, `neath a h[G]oly stone they hi[Bm]de
They're [C]breakin' beams and cros[D]ses with a s[G]pastic's reelin' perfe[Bm]ction
[C]Nuns run bald through [D]Vatican halls pregnant, p[G]leadin' immaculate conception[Bm]
And [D]everybody's wrec[G]ked on Main Street from d[Em]rinking unholy blood[D]
[C]Sticker smiles sweet as g[D]unner breathes deep, his a[C]nkles ca[Bm]ked in m[Em]ud
And I said "[C]Hey gunner m[D]an that's q[Em]uicksand, that's [C]quicksand t[D]hat ain't m[Em]ud
Have you throw[C]n your sen[D]ses to[Em] the war or did you l[C]ose them in t[D]he flood[A]?" Em Am D
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