Jungle Ride

The car finally burned out around three. The blue beacon of a silent patrol car threw new shadows into the street turning the window into a flickering monitor screen
I'd seen the kids torch the vehicle before I left on a nightly surfing run to a cybersex site in Chile. It wasn't as if they were getting rid of prints, everyone knew it was them. They didn't give a shit. They just wanted to see the flames, to throw a bit of light on a situation
I looked up the hill at the spread of the estate. The streetlights glowed like campfires of an army on the eve of battle or fireflies trapped in the canopy of an immense jungle
Jungle, young mental jungle
Here in the jungle, in the jungle

Where men don't cry and husbands lie and you never have to justify a kickin'
When mates jump in to save your skin if a chib is ever pulled out in a square go

Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it ends
Oh here she comes round again, here she comes round again
Here she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes

The glazed eyes of porcelain clowns stare skywards at clouds of goldfish madly circling their own silent plastic worlds, high above the children who stuff ping pong balls like pills in the mouths of slowly rotating heads

Intentions true as the arrow's flight
Wins a cuddly toy to while away an evening
Outside this ring of light he'll claim his prize
She'll sport lovebites just to prove to all he's been there

Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it ends
Oh here she comes round again, here she comes round again
Here she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes

I crept along the edges of the parade, staying glued to the shadows where the dogs slept uneasily on their chains under the caravans
I followed the drums and the pulsing light until I came across a clearing in the centre of which was the attraction
And then I saw her, an angel in a chariot, her hair trailing behind her like the tail of a comet. And I knew that she was mine. I knew that we were destined to leave this place together. We didn't belong to this carnage and the knowledge of escape was the only thing keeping me sane
But for now I could only watch and wait for this was an arena I dare not enter

On the rim of the machine the animals had gathered
Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the weak and wounded to stagger into their territory so they could exercise some violence and feed their starving reputations
No climbdown in this standoff with the world
They already know that they can never win the war but in this battle they're gonna do some damage
The pack will follow the stragglers into the dawn. Young mental jungle

Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it ends
Jungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it ends
Here she comes round again, here she comes round again
Here she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes