RE DO RE SOL SIm7
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
DO REHe walks through town all alone
He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say
RE RE/DO MIm SImHis countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
DO RE SOL SImThe hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
DO RE SOL SImNuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
RE RE/DO MIm SImAnd everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
DO RE MIm DO RE MImAnd I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud
DO RE MIm DO REHave you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?" ...
Additional Lyrics:
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?
RE DO RE
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin'
SOL SIm7..home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
SOLHe must be from the fort he hears
SIm..the high school girls say
His countryside's burnin' with
RE/DO MIm..wolfman fairies dressed in drag
SIm..for homicide
The hit and run, plead sanctuary,
SOL SIm..`neath a holy stone they hide
DO REThey're breakin' beams and crosses
..with a spastic's reelin'
..perfection
Nuns run bald through Vatican
SOL..halls pregnant, pleadin'
SIm..immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main
MIm..Street from drinking unholy
SIm..blood
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner
DO SIm..breathes deep, his ankles caked
MIm..in mud
And I said "Hey gunner man that's
MIm DO RE..quicksand, that's quicksand that
MIm..ain't mud
Have you thrown your senses to the
DO RE..war or did you lose them in the
..flood?" ...
MIm LAm RE
Additional Lyrics:
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?
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