The song of the jungle, where the rhythm-flooded waste
Of human excesses glitters in the long lines awaiting
The latest bullet-studded Rockstars
Whose lyrics shock the old,
Mesmerize the young and scatter the stampede
Of the working masses
Where the midnight shadows soothe and cover
The injected dead that will wake tomorrow
To entertain law with necessary crime
And all will be the same tomorrow night
While corporate stone gods wine and dine
