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Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just dont care
I cant take the smell, cant take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldnt get far
Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hanging out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, living in a bag
Eating out of garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said shell dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watching all the creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got social security
She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her own
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
My brothers doing bad, stole my mothers TV
Says she watches too much, its just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Cant even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when Im not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standing on my back
Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think Im going insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
My son said, Daddy, I dont wanna go to school
Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause its all about money; aint a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I cant walk through the park, cause its crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause theygot me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say 'You want some more?', living on a see-saw
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you, but hes frowning too
Because only God knows what youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto living second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
Youll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And youll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say 'Im cool, huh, Im no fool.'
But then you wind up dropping outta high school
Now youre unemployed, all null and void
Walking round like youre Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and youre a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused to serve like hell
Til one day you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young, so...
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under