| Joey rides the subway
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| Fast from East to West
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| On the street he’s number one
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| Some say that he’s the best
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| Got something going on
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| In a honky tonk down town
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| He is expected
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| Word has got around
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| The other side of midnight
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| Or in the combat zone
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| Meeting no resistance
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| Joe stands alone
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| prowling
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| Out into the night
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| There’s someone else out there
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| And they’re looking for a fight
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| Between the rain soaked buildings
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| A distant whistle blows
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| Fate lies in waiting
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| It’s hand, it never shows
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| Heart beating like a drum
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| Out in this wasteland
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| And there’s no place, baby, for us to run
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| Jungle land
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| Jungle land, jungle land
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| Jungle land, jungle land
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| Under the railway arches
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| Someone calls his name
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| Streams out the words
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| «Come on, boy, this ain’t no game»
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| One flash of bright, cold steel
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| In a stranger’s hand
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| Kids dance away like shadows
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| There’s no one to command
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| Joey’s got his name
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| Pained on the walls
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| On the side of buses
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| Subways and tenement halls
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| Heart beating like a drum
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| Out in this wasteland
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| And there’s no place, baby, for us to run
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| Jungle land
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| Jungle land, jungle land
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| Jungle land, jungle land
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| Jungle land, jungle land
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| Jungle land, jungle land
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| Jungle land, jungle land
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| Jungle land, jungle land |