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Somebody's screaming out,
Somebody's knocking out,
Somebody's calling out "Come hear it again."
Street bells are ringing out,
Young girls are singing out,
Boys are building up in a bid to be men.
When you've got the love first,
Then here comes the blood last,
The father,
The mother,
The sister,
The chain.
Sweet inspiration,
Or a cold hearted nations baby.
The young man,
The brothers,
The killers explain.
Oh Jungleland,
They call you home sweet home.
You make me feel so sad to leave here all alone.
But there is a kid called Hope,
And he's holding out his hand,
He sees the Northern Lights,
Above this highrise land.
Oh Jungleland.
Oh Jungleland.
Oh Jungleland.
In the city,
Get out the city pretty quick.
I've got a prayer - I wanna sing it to you,
It says "May little children forget the wild things."
But no one listens cause no one cares.
When you've got the love drugs,
And you've got the long nights,
You got the heartbeat that spirals to heaven.
Here comes summer,
Here comes violence,
Over your shoulder the soul boy explains.
Oh Jungleland,
They call you home sweet home.
You make me feel so sad to leave here all alone.
But there is a kid called Hope,
And he's holding out his hand,
He sees the Northern Lights,
Above the highrise land.
But blood is thicker than water.
But blood is sweeter than holy lands.
Unto the Devil a daughter.
When my love sings it's an angel song.
She sings it.
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