Jungleland

[00:46.38]The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night

[00:54.11]And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line

[01:02.42]Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge

[01:05.04]Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain

[01:07.89]The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants

[01:13.07]Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane

[01:26.18]Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot

[01:31.53]Girl

[01:31.77]And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet holding hands

[01:41.93]From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world

[01:49.74]As we take our stand down in Jungleland

[02:05.37]The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night

[02:12.36]They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light

[02:19.37]Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike

[02:22.68]There's a ballet being fought out in the alley

[02:26.81]Until the local cops Cherry Tops rips this holy night

[02:34.22]The street's alive as secret debts are paid

[02:37.40]Contacts made they vanished unseen

[02:41.06]Kids flash guitars just like switch blades hustling for the record machine

[02:48.44]The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands

[02:55.70]That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland

[03:35.63]In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage

[03:42.99]Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D J plays

[03:50.06]Lonely hearted lovers struggle in dark corners

[03:53.49]Desperate as the night moves on just a look and a whisper and they're gone

[07:10.13]Beneath the city two hearts beat

[07:16.13]Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked

[07:28.74]In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown

[07:43.80]The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the

[07:52.35]Night

[07:55.76]No one watches when the ambulance pulls away

[08:03.93]Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

[08:10.19]Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz

[08:16.37]Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here

[08:22.23]Don't write nothing at all they just stand back and let it all be

[08:29.27]And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment

[08:32.87]And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded not even dead

[08:45.41]Tonight in Jungleland