BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - Jungleland lyrics

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The rangers had a homecoming in harlem late last night<br>And the magic rat drove his sleek machine over the jersey state line<br>Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge<br>Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain<br>The rat pulls into town rolls up his pants<br>Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down flamingo lane<br><br>Well the maximum lawman run down flamingo chasing the rat and the barefoot<br>Girl<br>And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands<br>From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world<br>As we take our stand down in jungleland<br><br>The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night<br>They'll meet `neath that giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light<br>Man there's an opera out on the turnpike<br>There's a ballet being fought out in the alley<br>Until the local cops, cherry tops, rips this holy night<br>The street's alive as secret debts are paid<br>Contacts made, they vanished unseen<br>Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine<br>The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands<br>That face off against each other out in the street down in jungleland<br><br>In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage<br>Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the d.j. plays<br>Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners<br>Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone<br><br>Beneath the city two hearts beat<br>Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked<br>In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown<br>The rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the<br>Night<br>No one watches when the ambulance pulls away<br>Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light<br><br>Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz<br>Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here<br>Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be<br>And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment<br>And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead<br>Tonight in jungleland