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no one else had even seen 
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine 

A little matchbox circled by a rubberband 
And inside the ring from Walter
a life is spent
Tryin' to meet the rent
Payin' back the cent
You borrow
Some tomorrow
In this jingle jangle jungle you call home.

We live in
no one else had even seen 
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine 

A little matchbox circled by a rubberband 
And inside the ring from Walter
life long dream
Can't wipe away my terrible fear
You have to erase the fucking desire
Before we all die in the frozen fire

Blinded by the jungle of lies
among these lovers, who were listed in the obituary
By the way, which was what made I
Interesting, there were three whom she went so far as to marry
people threatening my life
I can't dress just the way I want
I'm being chased by the national front

(Concrete jungle) animals are after me
(Concrete
there's people threatening my life 
I can't dress just the way I want 
I'm being chased by the national front 

Concrete jungle, animals are after me
the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubber band
And inside the ring from Walter Browning's hand
It took a while to figure
wouldn't remember
I probably couldn't forget
Jungle love, in the surf, in the pouring rain
Everything's better when wet

Jungle love, it's drivin' me mad
there's people threatening my life 
I can't dress just the way I want 
I'm being chased by the national front 

Concrete jungle, animals are after me
there's people threatening my life 
I can't dress just the way I want 
I'm being chased by the national front 

Concrete jungle, animals are after me
the barefoot gossoons at their play

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
one else had ever seen,
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine.

A little match box circled by a rubber band,
And inside the ring from Walter
probably wouldn't remember
I probably couldn't forget
Jungle love, in the surf, in the pouring rain
Everything's better when wet

Jungle love, it's
the barefoot gossoons at their play

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
go down on Galway Bay

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
trout under the wing of the hawk 
You see the vultures pick the pocket of whatever remain 
In the brain we watch but a shadow of the lion's mane 
Whose
and sling in trees 
Elephants for security that move tons of leaves 
The bluebirds arrest parrots that love to talk 
or eagles that stalk fresh-water trout
was falling for you by the look in your eyes.
You turn my world chosen upside down.

Jungle in my heart
Burning jungle fever

Burnin' when I see
there's people threatening my life 
I can't dress just the way I want 
I'm being chased by the national front 

Concrete jungle, animals are after me
public, just lying to judges
Risking my life, I’m already dying, so fuck it well

Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well, goddammit
public, just lying to judges
Risking my life, I’m already dying, so fuck it well

Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well, goddammit
and sling in trees 
Elephants for security that move tons of leaves 
The bluebirds arrest parrots that love to talk 
Or eagles that stalk fresh-water trout
there's people threatening my life 
I can't dress just the way I want 
I'm being chased by the national front 

Concrete jungle, animals are after me