The car finally burned out around three. The blue beacon of a silent patrlo 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 jungleWhere 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 flightWins 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 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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