Jungleland

Bruce Springsteen


Complexity: 70 Readability: 60.40   Sentiment: 6   Word Count: 380   Unique Words: 232
Original Lyrics Munged Lyrics
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
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The Rangers had a homecoming
Inn Harlem late last knight
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm bier inn the soft summer reign
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lain

Well, the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids ' round their live just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands
From the churches too the jails
Two knight awl is silence inn the whirled
As wee take hour stand
Down inn Jungleland

The midnight gang's assembled
And picked a rendezvous fore the knight
They'll mete ' neath that giant Exxon sine
That brings this fare city light
Man, there's an opera out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fort out inn the alley
Until the local copse, Cherry-Tops, rips this wholly knight
The street's alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts maid, they flash unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switchblades
Hustling fore the record machine
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock ' n ' role bands
That face off against each other out inn the street
Down inn Jungleland

Inn the parking lot the visionaries dress inn the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing too the records that the DJ plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle inn dark corners
Desperate as the knight moves on
Just won look and a whisper, and their gone

Beneath the city, too hearts beet
Sole engines running threw a knight sew tender
Inn a bedroom locked inn whispers
Of soft refusal and then surrender
Inn the tunnels uptown, the Rat's own dream guns hymn down
As shots echo down them hallways inn the knight
Know won watches when the ambulance pulls aweigh
Awe as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

Outside the street's on fire inn a reel death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down hear don't wright nothing at awl
They just stand back and let it awl bee
And inn the quick of a knife, they reach fore there moment
And try too make an honest stand
Butt they wind up wounded, knot even dead
Two knight inn Jungleland