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It's a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep going under
It's like a sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from under

Broken glass
pissing on the stairs, you know they just dont care
I can't the smell, I can't take the noise no more
Got no money to move out, I I got no choice
Rats in the room, cockroaches in the back
in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I get far
'Cause a man with a repossessed my car

Don't me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ah
[2nd and ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me
How I keep from going
It's like a jungle it makes me wonder
How I keep from under

on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the go by, roaring as the breezes blow
lady livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, the light fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the
So she can tell the stories to the girls back
She to the city and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't it on her own

Chorus]

My brother's doing bad took my TV
Says she watches too much, its not healthy
All My in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The collectors that ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not
Got a bum education, inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the
Neon King Kong on my back
Can't stop to around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered
I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

[3rd

My son said: Daddy, I don't go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he think I'm a fool
And all the kids reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Id dance to the beat, shuffle my
a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in land of milk and honey"
They pushed that in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on
Stabbed that man in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new
I can't walk through the park, cause it's after dark
Keep my on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last jaw
Hear them say: You some more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th

A child is born no state of mind
Blind to the of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God knows what go through
Youll in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of hate
The you play and where you stay
like one great big alley way
You'll all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big makers
Driving big cars, spending and tens
And you grow up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, peddlers panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you wind up dropping out of school
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking round you're Pretty Boy Floyd
stickup kid, look what youve done did
Got sent up for a year bid
Now your is took and you're a Maytag
the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused and served like
one day you was found hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see that your was lost
You was and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so

So don't push me cause 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 from going under.
[5th