...And there's no place, baby, for us to run...

The other side of midnight

Or in the combat zone

Meeting no resistance

Joe stands alone

Night riders prowling

Out into the night

There's someone else out there

And they're looking for a fight

Between the rain soaked buildings

A distant whistle blows

Fate lies in waiting

It's hand it never shows

Heart beating like a drum

Out in this wasteland

And there's no place, baby, for us to run

(In) jungle land (baby)

Jungle land, jungle land

Jungle land, jungle land