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

Broken glass
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just dont
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise no
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no
in the front room, cockroaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a bat
I to get away, but I couldn't get far
a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car

Don't me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me
How I from going under
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 cars go by, roaring as the breezes
Crazy lady in a bag
out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light
The Zircon Princess seemed to her senses
Down at the peepshow, all the creeps
So she can the stories to the girls back home
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 just not
All My Children in the daytime, at night
Can't see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The collectors that ring my phone
And scare my wife I'm not home
Got a bum education, inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my
stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I hijack a plane

Chorus]

My son said: Daddy, I wanna go to school
the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be
If I just got a job, learned to be a street
Id dance to the beat, my feet
Wear a and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn funny
You got to have a con in this land of and honey"
They pushed that in front of the train
her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his
Gave him a transplant for a new start
I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy dark
Keep my hand on my gun, they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, my last glass jaw
Hear them say: You some more?" livin' on a seesaw

Chorus]

A child is born with no state of
to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God knows what youll go
Youll grow in the ghetto, living second
And your eyes will sing a of deep hate
The places you and where you stay
Looks like one big alley way
You'll admire all the number book
Thugs, pimps, and the big money makers
Driving big cars, twenties 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 you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all
Walking round you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, what youve done did
Got up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a
the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused and served hell
'Til one day you was found hung dead in your
It was plain to see that life was lost
You was and your body swung back and forth
But now eyes sing 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 keep going under.
[5th