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
I'm Always lyrics


Only time can show you 
Through an invisible door
In the bottom of the ocean
I threw a bird at the sky, 
Someone told me that
You'd better close your eyes,
And I said:
Don't you wonder sometimes
Why I paddle thru the clouds
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
Cowboys lyrics

This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: 

[(CHORUS) CLEF:]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, 
No the n***er dies. 

[PACE1:]
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot your
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
Funnel lyrics

bound by frustration
unity from pain
unity from pain
the irony and paradox of making the hate
funneled down thru coils of similarity
vengance and anger: we have common ground
it's the things we are regreting that have opened the eyes
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