down

Outside the street's on fire, in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh & what's fantasy
And the poets down here don't write nothing at all
They just stand back & let all be
And in the quick of a knife
they reach for a moment & try to make an honest stand,
But they end up wounded, & not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland

~ The Boss

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