Bruce Springsteen - Jungeland lyrics

(early version) Well the rangers had a home-coming in harlem late last night And the magic rat piloted his sleek machine across the jersey state line Barefoot girl sits drinking warm beer on the hood of an old dodge In the soft summer rain Rat rolls up his pants, together they'd make a stab at romance And move down flamingo lane Well now the maximum lawmen they run down the flamingo chasing the rat And the barefoot girl But the kids they live like shadows in empty doorways (but they live like shadows in the vacant doorways) Always silent, holding hands The rat pulls her close (the rat pulls mary close) And from the churches to the jails there is silence in the world (all is silent in the world) For tonight they'd take their chance Down here in jungleland Well ther's a crazy kind of light tonight Brighter than the one that sparkles for prophets Brighter than the giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light There's an opera out on the turnpike, there's a ballet being fought outside The Alley Well the cops they let their faces show and rips this holy night The streets alive with tough-kid jets in nova-light machines Boys flash guitars like bayonets and rip holes in their jeans Then the hungry and the haunted explode into rock 'n' roll bands They face off against each other when they meet Down here in jungleland The streets's on fire in a cla**ic d**h waltz Between the masters of flesh and fantasy The poets down here don't write nothin' at all, they just stand and and let It all be And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment to make an honest Stand But they wind up wounded, not rightly dead, down here in jungleland - yes They do Oh beneath the city their hearts beat, soul cool engines tired and brave Oh as the young (jungle) girls stand by fire angels fallen in the city In the tunnels of machines they'll hear the screams Drowned out by the roarin' trains Them rats above, oh locked in love The rat saves her from the edge of an on-coming train That angel rides a... Down here in jungleland - oh yes they do They hear the animals sing - oh oh oh Alternative verses: =================== In the parking lots the visionairies are dressed in the latest rage As the spanish angels dance soft and low in a blacked arcade But the lights are so bright as he crosses the room The band moves into the song He takes her hand, looks in her eyes and they're gone - gone In the tunnel of machines the rat chases his dreams On that forever (lasting) burning light So the barefoot girl crawls into bed, shakes her head And with a kiss and a sigh she shuts out all the light Beneath the city their hearts beat, soul cool engines silent and... Oh until the girls cry like silent angels in port authority halls In the tunnel of machines they'll hear the screams Drowned out by the roarin' train And layers above, oh locked in love The rat reappears on flamingo lane Then an angel rises from the sands And disappears - down in jungleland