Le lesionan en una jugada que creo que es penalty claro... le hacen una llave de judo y le tiran al suelo subiéndose sobre el brazo torcido...
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here Don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night, they reach or their moment and try to make an honest stand...
But they wind up wounded not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland...