Tuesday night in the jungle, and the dogs are moving out,
They’re heading for the high ground, there isn’t any doubt.
The water table is rising, and the temperature is too,
So lock and bar the door, because they’re coming after you.

[Bridge]
Inside The Lonely Bar & Grill, they’re talking final calls,
They’re wiping down the tables, and racking up the balls.
No-one is in a hurry yet to shuffle out the door,
Except perhaps the drunkard, leering at the whore.

Tuesday night in the jungle, and the dogs have gone to bed,
There are secrets in the darkness, that are better left unsaid.
The Night Patrol is busy taking statements underground,
The dogs are twitching in their sleep, making little sounds.

Tuesday night in the jungle, and the dogs have settled down,
They’ve had their fill of corpses, and they’re sleeping on the ground.
Stars behind the neon shine, and look like purple lights,
There’s movement at the edges, and I wonder if it bites.

Tuesday night in the jungle...
Tuesday night in the jungle...
Tuesday night in the jungle...