Jungleland.  Bruce Springsteen.

Sequencer - Unknown.  Karaoke - Ron Tilden.

The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night,
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line.
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge,
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain.
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants,
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane.

Well, the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo,
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl.
And the kids round here look just like shadows,
Always quiet, holding hands.
From the churches to the jails,
Tonight all is silence in the world,
As we take our stand
Down in Jungleland.

The midnight gang's assembled
And picked a rendezvous for the night,
They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign
That brings this fair city light.
Man, there's an opera out on the Turnpike,
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley,
Until the local cops, Cherry Top,
Rip this holy night.

The street's alive as secret debts are paid,
Contacts made, they vanish unseen.
Kids flash guitars just like switchblades,
Hustling for the record machine.
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock'n'roll bands,
That face off against each other out in the street,
Down in Jungleland.

In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage.
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing
To the records that the D.J. plays.
Lonelyhearted lovers struggle in dark corners,
Desperate as the night moves on.
Just one look and a whisper, and they're gone.

Beneath the city two hearts beat.
Soul engines running thru a night so tender.
In a bedroom, locked in whispers of soft refusal,
And then surrender.
In the tunnels uptown,
The Rats own dream guns him down,
As shots echo down them hallways in the night.

No one watches when the ambulance pulls away,
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light.

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz,
Between what's flesh and whats fantasy.
And the poets down here
Don't write nothing at all,
They just stand back and let it all be.
And in the quick of the night,
They reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand,
But they wind up wounded, not even dead.
Tonight in Jungleland!

Jungleland
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