Jungleland(Live) - Bruce Springsteen

[00:41.43]The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
[00:49.23]And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line
[00:57.57]Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
[01:00.3]Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
[01:05.31]The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
[01:08.13]Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane
[01:21.45]Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot
[01:27.21]Girl
[01:27.36]And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet holding hands
[01:37.32]From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
[01:45.119995]As we take our stand down in Jungleland
[02:00.27]The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
[02:07.38]They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
[02:14.28]Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike
[02:17.67]There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
[02:21.51]Until the local cops Cherry Tops rips this holy night
[02:29.1]The street's alive as secret debts are paid
[02:32.16]Contacts made they vanished unseen
[02:36.0]Kids flash guitars just like switch blades hustling for the record machine
[02:43.23]The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands
[02:50.61]That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland
[02:58.02]In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
[03:38.25]Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D J plays
[03:45.36]Lonely hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
[03:48.78]Desperate as the night moves on just a look and a whisper and they're gone
[06:49.86]Beneath the city two hearts beat
[06:55.53]Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
[07:07.32]In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
[07:21.15]The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the
[07:28.98]Night
[07:32.52]No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
[07:39.81]Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
[07:45.93]Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
[07:51.84]Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here
[07:58.05]Don't write nothing at all they just stand back and let it all be
[08:03.09]And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
[08:07.68]And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded not even dead
[08:24.39]Tonight in Jungleland