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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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Night riders 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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(In) Jungle land (baby) |
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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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Painted on the walls |
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On the side of buses |
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Subways and tenement halls |
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[Repeat 1] |
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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 |
