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Reply to "Jungleland wasn‘t built in a day"

second verse April 1975

 

Well there’s a crazy kind of light tonight
Brighter than the one that sparkles for prophets
brighter than the Giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
There’s an opera out on the Turnpike, there’s a ballet being fought out on the alley
the local cops, Cherry top rips this holy night
The streets on fire with tough-kid Jets in Nova-light machines
Boys flash guitars like bayonets and rip holes in their jean
The hungry and the hunted explode into rock and roll bands
They face off against each other in the street down in Jungleland

people would jump onstage and grab me by the head and scream, ‘tilly! bootlegs!'"

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