text: 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
  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
  Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
  And the kids round here look just 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
  The midnight gangs assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
  Theyll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
  Man theres an opera out on the Turnpike
  Theres a ballet being fought out in the alley
  Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night
  The streets 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
  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 theyre gone
  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 Rats 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
  Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz
  Between flesh and whats fantasy and the poets down here
  Dont write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
  And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
  And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
  Tonight in Jungleland