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The rangers had a homecoming<br />in harlem late last night<br />and the magic rat drove his sleek machine<br />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<br />and disappear down flamingo lane<br />Well, the maximum lawmen run down flamingo<br />chasing the rat and the barefoot girl<br />and the kids 'round there live just like shadows<br />always quiet, holding hands<br />from the churches to the jails<br />tonight all is silence in the world<br />as we take our stand<br />down in jungleland<br />The midnight gang's assembled<br />and picked a rendezvous for the night<br />they'll meet 'neath that giant exxon sign<br />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 flash unseen<br />kids flash guitars just like switchblades<br />hustling for the record machine<br />the hungry and the hunted<br />explode into rock 'n' roll bands<br />that face off against each other out in the street<br />down in jungleland<br />In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage<br />inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the dj plays<br />lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners<br />desperate as the night moves on<br />just one look and a whisper, and they're gone<br />Beneath the city, two hearts beat<br />soul engines running through a night so tender<br />in a bedroom locked in whispers<br />of soft refusal and then surrender<br />in the tunnels uptown, the rat's own dream guns him down<br />as shots echo down them hallways in the night<br />no one watches when the ambulance pulls away<br />or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light<br />Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz<br />between what's flesh and what's fantasy<br />and the poets down here don't write nothing at all<br />they just stand back and let it all be<br />and in the quick of a knife, they reach for their moment<br />and try to make an honest stand<br />but they wind up wounded, not even dead<br />tonight in jungleland
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The rangers had a homecoming<br />in harlem late last night<br />and the magic rat drove his sleek machine<br />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<br />and disappear down flamingo lane<br />Well, the maximum lawmen run down flamingo<br />chasing the rat and the barefoot girl<br />and the kids 'round there live just like shadows<br />always quiet, holding hands<br />from the churches to the jails<br />tonight all is silence in the world<br />as we take our stand<br />down in jungleland<br />The midnight gang's assembled<br />and picked a rendezvous for the night<br />they'll meet 'neath that giant exxon sign<br />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 flash unseen<br />kids flash guitars just like switchblades<br />hustling for the record machine<br />the hungry and the hunted<br />explode into rock 'n' roll bands<br />that face off against each other out in the street<br />down in jungleland<br />In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage<br />inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the dj plays<br />lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners<br />desperate as the night moves on<br />just one look and a whisper, and they're gone<br />Beneath the city, two hearts beat<br />soul engines running through a night so tender<br />in a bedroom locked in whispers<br />of soft refusal and then surrender<br />in the tunnels uptown, the rat's own dream guns him down<br />as shots echo down them hallways in the night<br />no one watches when the ambulance pulls away<br />or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light<br />Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz<br />between what's flesh and what's fantasy<br />and the poets down here don't write nothing at all<br />they just stand back and let it all be<br />and in the quick of a knife, they reach for their moment<br />and try to make an honest stand<br />but they wind up wounded, not even dead<br />tonight in jungleland
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