Jungleland lyrics

Artist  : Bruce Springsteen 
Song : Jungleland
 


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 there live 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 flash 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 DJ
plays
Lonely-hearted 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 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 what's 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 a knife,
they reach for their moment
And try to make an
honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not even
dead
Tonight in Jungleland