Jungle Ride Lyrics - Singles - Fish

The car finally burned out around 3. 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 (rpt) 

Here she comes round again, here she comes round again 

Here she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes.