Jungle ride lyrics

Artist  : Fish 
Song : Jungle ride
 
The car finally burned out around 3. The blue
beacon
of a silent patrol car threw new shadows into the
street
turning the window into a flickering monitor
screen.
I'd seen the kids torch the vehicle before I left
on a
nightly surfing run to a cybersex site in Chile.
It wasn't as if they were getting rid of prints,
everyone
knew it was them. They didn't give a shit. They
just
wanted to see the flames, to throw a bit of light
on a
situation. I looked up the hill at the spread of
the estate.
The streetlights glowed like campfires of an army
on the
eve of battle or fireflies trapped in the canopy
of an immense jungle.
Jungle, young mental jungle,
Here in the jungle, in the jungle
Where men don't cry and husbands lie and you
never have
to justify a kickin.
When mates jump in to save your skin if a chib is
ever
pulled out in a square go.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, here she comes
round again,
here she comes round again, here she comes, here
she comes.
The glazed eyes of porcelain clowns stare
skywards at clouds
of goldfish madly circling their own silent
plastic worlds, high
above the children who stuff ping pong balls like
pills
in the mouths of slowly rotating heads.
Intentions true as the arrow's flight wins a
cuddly toy
to while away an evening. Outside this ring of
light
he'll claim his prize, she'll sport lovebites
just to
prove to all he's been there.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, here she comes
round again,
here she comes round again, here she comes, here
she comes.
I crept along the edges of the parade, staying
glued to the
shadows where the dogs slept uneasily on their
chains
under the caravans.
I followed the drums and the pulsing light until
I came across
a clearing in the centre of which was the
attraction.
And then I saw her, an angel in a chariot, her
hair
trailing behind her like the tail of a comet. And
I knew
that she was mine. I knew that we were destined
to leave this place together. We didn't belong to
this
carnage and the knowledge of escape was the only
thing
keeping me sane. But for now I could only watch
and
wait for this was an arena I dare not enter.
On the rim of the machine the animals had
gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the weak and
wounded
to stagger into their territory so they could
exercise
some violence and feed their starving
reputations.
No climbdown in this standoff with the world.
They already know that they can never win the war
but in this battle they're gonna do some damage.
The pack will follow the stragglers into the
dawn.
Young mental jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it ends
(rpt)
Here she comes round again, here she comes round
again
Here she comes round again, here she comes, here
she comes.