| Song | Jungle Ride |
| Artist | Fish |
| Album | Sunsets on Empire |
| 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. | |
| Fish | |
| 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 | |
| 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. | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Boult, Dick |
| 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. | |
| Fish | |
| 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 | |
| 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. | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Boult, Dick |