| The car finally burned out around three. |
| The blue beacon of a silent patrol car
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| threw new shadows into the street turning the window into a flickering monitor
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| screen
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| I’d seen the kids torch the vehicle before I left on a nightly surfing run to a
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| cybersex site in Chile. |
| It wasn’t as if they were getting rid of prints,
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| everyone knew it was them. |
| They didn’t give a shit. |
| They just wanted to see
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| the flames, to throw a bit of light on a situation
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| I looked up the hill at the spread of the estate. |
| The streetlights glowed like
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| campfires of an army on the eve of battle or fireflies trapped in the canopy of
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| an immense jungle
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| Jungle, young mental jungle
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| Here in the jungle, in the jungle
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| Where men don’t cry and husbands lie and you never have to justify a kickin'
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| When mates jump in to save your skin if a chib is ever pulled out in a square go
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| Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it’s over
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| Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it ends
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| Oh here she comes round again, here she comes round again
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| Here she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes
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| The glazed eyes of porcelain clowns stare skywards at clouds of goldfish madly
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| circling their own silent plastic worlds, high above the children who stuff
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| ping pong balls like pills in the mouths of slowly rotating heads
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| Intentions true as the arrow’s flight
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| Wins a cuddly toy to while away an evening
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| Outside this ring of light he’ll claim his prize
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| She’ll sport lovebites just to prove to all he’s been there
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| Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it’s over
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| Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it ends
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| Oh here she comes round again, here she comes round again
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| Here she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes
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| I crept along the edges of the parade, staying glued to the shadows where the
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| dogs slept uneasily on their chains under the caravans
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| I followed the drums and the pulsing light until I came across a clearing in
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| the centre of which was the attraction
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| And then I saw her, an angel in a chariot, her hair trailing behind her like
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| the tail of a comet. |
| And I knew that she was mine. |
| I knew that we were destined
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| to leave this place together. |
| We didn’t belong to this carnage and the
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| knowledge of escape was the only thing keeping me sane
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| But for now I could only watch and wait for this was an arena I dare not enter
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| On the rim of the machine the animals had gathered
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| Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the weak and wounded to stagger into their
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| territory so they could exercise some violence and feed their starving
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| reputations
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| No climbdown in this standoff with the world
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| They already know that they can never win the war but in this battle they’re
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| gonna do some damage
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| The pack will follow the stragglers into the dawn. |
| Young mental jungle
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| Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it’s over
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| Jungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it ends
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| Jungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it ends
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| Here she comes round again, here she comes round again
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| Here she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes |