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Lyrics for Jungleland by Bruce Springsteen:
| | | Artist: | Bruce Springsteen |
| | Album: | Born To Run | | Track: | Jungleland | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 154 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 Lawman 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 Tops, rips this holy night
The street's alive as
secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like
switch-blades 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
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle
in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're
gone
Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
in a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels
uptown
The Rat's 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 flesh and
what's 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
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