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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 |
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| 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 |
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Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot
girl And the kids round here look just live 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 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 |
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