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# [instrumental]

# It's like a jungle sometimes,

# it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

# It's like a jungle sometimes,

# it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

# [instrumental]

# Broken glass everywhere!

# People pissing on the stairs,

# y'know they just don't care.

# I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise,

# got no money to move out, guess I got no choice.

# Rats in the front room,

# roaches in the back,

# junkies in the alley with the baseball bat.

# I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far,

# 'cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car.

# Don't push me 'cos I'm close to the edge,

# I'm trying not to lose my head.

# ah ha hah hah hah

# It's like a jungle sometimes,

# it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

# Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window

# Watchin' 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 she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango,

# The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her senses,

# down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps,

# so she can tell the stories to the girls back home.

# She went to the city and got social security,

# she had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own.

# Don't push me 'cos I'm close the the edge,

# I'm trying not to lose my head.

# ah ha hah hah hah

# It's like a jungle sometimes,

# it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

# It's like a jungle sometimes,

# it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

# My brother's doing bad stole mother's TV,

# said she watches too much it's just not healthy.

# 'All My Children' in the daytime, 'Dallas' at night,

# Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight.

# Bill collectors they ring my phone,

# and scare my wife when I'm not home.

# Got a bum education, double digit inflation,

# I can't take the train to the job,

# there's a strike at the station.

# Neon King Kong standin' on my back,

# can't stop to turn around broke my sacrophiliac.

# Mid-range migraine cancered membrane,

# sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear,

# I might even hijack a plane!

# Don't push me 'cos I'm close to the edge,

# I'm trying not to lose my head.

# It's like a jungle sometimes,

# it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

# It's like a jungle sometimes,

# it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

# My son said daddy 'I don't want to go to school,

# 'cos the teacher's a jerk' He must think I'm a fool!

# and all the kids smoke reefer I think it'd be cheaper,

# I think it'd be cheaper, if I just got a job,

# learned to be a street sweeper.

# I'd dance to the beat shuffle my feet,

# wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps.

# 'cause its all about the money, ain't 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 can't walk in the park, 'cause its crazy after dark,

# keep my hand on my gun, 'cause they got me on the run.

# I feel like an outlaw broke my last glass jar,

# hear them say, 'You wan't some more?

# 'living on a see-saw.'

# Don't push me 'cos I'm close to the edge.

# I'm trying not to lose my head.

# say what?

# It's like a jungle sometimes,

# it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

# It's 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 he's frowning too,

# because only God knows what you'll go through.

# You'll grow up in the ghetto, living second rate,

# and your eyes will sing a song of deep hate.

# The places you play and where you stay,

# looks like one great big alley way.

# You'll admire all the number book takers,

# Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers,

# driving big cars, spending twenties and tens,

# and you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,

# smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers,

# pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers

# You say, 'I'm cool, I'm no fool!'

# But then you wind up dropping out of high school.

# Now your unemployed, all non-void,

# walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd,

# turned stick-up kid, look what you've done did,

# got sent up for a eight year bid.

# Now your manhood is took and you're a may tag,

# 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 your 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 don't push me 'cos I'm close to the edge,

# I'm trying not to lose my head.

# ah ha hah hah hah

# It's like a jungle sometimes,

# it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

# ah ha hah hah hah

# It's like a jungle sometimes,

# it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

# ah ha hah hah hah

# [spoken dialogue]

# [sirens]

# [instrumental fades to silence] #