"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
vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars
just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the
hunted explode into rock’n’roll bands
That face off
against each other out in the street down in Jungleland"
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