Fish
Jungle Ride
The car finally burned out around three. The blue beaconOf a silent patrol car threw new shadows into the streetTurning the window into a flickering monitor screenI'd seen the kids torch the vehicle before I left, on aNightly surfing run to a cybersex site in ChileIt wasn't as if they were getting rid of prints, everyoneKnew it was them. They didn't give a shit. They justWanted to see the flames, to throw a bit of light on aSituation. I looked up the hill at the spread of the estateThe streetlights glowed like campfires of an army on theEve of battle, or fireflies trapped in the canopyOf an immense jungleJungle, young mental jungleHere in the jungle, in the jungleWhere men don't cry, and husbands lie, and you never haveTo justify a kickin'When mates jump in to save your skin, if a chib is everPulled out in a square goJungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it's overJungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it endsOh, here she comes 'round again, here she comes round againHere she comes round again, here she comes, here she comesThe glazed eyes of porcelain clowns stare skywards, at cloudsOf goldfish, madly circling their own silent plastic worlds, highLetras de cancionesAbove the children who stuff ping pong balls like pillsIn the mouths of slowly rotating headsIntentions true as the arrow's flight wins a cuddly toyTo while away an evening. Outside this ring of lightHe'll claim his prize, she'll sport lovebites just toProve to all he's been thereJungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it's overJungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it endsOh, here she comes round again, here she comes round againHere she comes round again, here she comes, here she comesI crept along the edges of the parade, staying glued to theShadows where the dogs slept uneasily on their chainsUnder the caravansI followed the drums and the pulsing light, until I came acrossA clearing in the centre, of which was the attractionAnd then I saw her, an angel in a chariot, her hairTrailing behind her like the tail of a comet and I knewThat she was mine. I knew that we were destinedTo leave this place together. We didn't belong to thisCarnage, and the knowledge of escape was the only thingKeeping me sane. But for now I could only watch andWait, for this was an arena I dare not enterOn the rim of the machine the animals had gatheredBig cats at a waterhole, waiting on the weak and woundedTo stagger into their territory, so they could exerciseSome violence and feed their starving reputationsNo climb-down in this standoff with the worldThey already know that they can never win the warBut in this battle they're gonna do some damageThe pack will follow the stragglers into the dawnYoung mental jungleJungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it's overJungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it endsJungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it endsHere she comes round again, here she comes round againHere she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes
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