LOST IN THE FLOOD | Тesto e Тraduzione (al clic)

Testi

parole da studiare

Lost in the Flood

The ragamuffiin 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.

Mostra altro

Bruce Springsteen – Lost In The Flood testo e traduzione (al clic) in italiano