Fish - Jungle Ride The Remasters

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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