The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane
 
Well the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids 'round there live just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands
From the chur
Help Me Fall lyrics

(Written by: Skip Ewing and Donny Kees)
I've been trying not to love you
I've been putting up a fight
I've been barely holding on
And letting go with all my might
There's a part of me that's empty
I know only love can fill
I'm afraid
ches to the jails
Tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand
Down in Jungleland
 
The midnight gang's assembled
And picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign
That brings this fair city light
Man there's an opera out on the turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops
Cherry tops
Rips this holy night
The street's alive
As secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanish unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switchblades
Hustling for the record machi
That Broad lyrics

[Cha Cha]
Cha Cha, uh-huh
Ninety-nine (Cha), you know
Cha, Cha, ah, ah

Ladies I see Cha got to sit wit' y'all, spit to y'all
For about a half-a-minute, listen y'all
It's gettin' hard, even sickening just to look at y'all
Look at y'a
e
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock and roll bands
That face off against each other in the street
Down in Jungleland
 
In the parking lot the visionaries
Dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing
To the records that the DJ plays
Lonely-hearted lovers
Struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on
Just one look and a whisper
And they're gone
Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal
And then surrend
Bluebell lyrics


Flys through the air with the greatest disease Takes little pills and calls them trapeze I know you're right Everything you do is right Everything I do is true Bluebell to hell Lo and behold a girl with a goal Looks so old she'
er
In the tunnels uptown
The Rat's own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
 
Outside the street's on fire
In a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here
Don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife
They reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded
Not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland