It's like a jungle
Sometimes it
makes me wonder
How I keep from
goin' under
It's like a jungle
Sometimes it
makes me wonder
how I keep from
goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on
the stage, you know
they just don't care
I can't take the smell
Can't 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 couldn't get far
'Cos the man with a
tow truck repossessed
my car
Don't push me 'cos
I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to
lose my head,
huh, huh, huh, huh
It's like a jungle
Sometimes it makes
me wonder how I keep
from goin' under
Standin' on
the front stoop
hangin' out
the window
Watchin' all the
cars go by,
roarin' as the
breezes blow
A crazy lady
livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage
pails, used to be a fag
Such a nasty tango,
skipped the
life fan dango
Was hooked on
princes, seemed she
lost her senses
Down at the
peep-show watchin'
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 couldn't
make it on her own
Don't push me 'cos
I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to
lose my head,
huh, huh, huh, huh
It's like a jungle
Sometimes it makes
me wonder how I keep
from goin' under
It's like a jungle
Sometimes it makes
me wonder how I keep
from goin' under
My brother's doin' bad,
stole my mother's TV
Says 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
The 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 sacroiliac
A midrange migraine
Cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm
going insane, I swear
I might hijack a plane
Don't push me 'cos
I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to
lose my head
It's like a jungle
Sometimes it makes
me wonder how I keep
from goin' under
It's like a jungle
Sometimes it makes
me wonder how I keep
from goin' 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 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 'cos it's 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 transmit
for a brand new start
I can't walk through
the park 'cos it's
crazy after dark
Keep my hand
on my gun 'cos they
got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw
Broke my last
glass jaw
Hittin' 'em and sayin'
You want some more
livin' on a seesaw
Don't push me 'cos
I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to
lose my head,
Say what?
It's like a jungle
Sometimes it makes
me wonder how I keep
from goin' under
It's like a jungle
Sometimes it makes
me wonder how I keep
from goin' under
It's like a jungle
Sometimes it makes
me wonder how I keep
from goin' under
It's like a jungle
Sometimes it makes
me wonder how I keep
from goin' under
A child is born with
no state of mind
Blind to the ways
of mankind
God's smilin' on you,
but he's frownin' too
Because only God
knows what
you'll go through
You'll grow up in the
ghetto livin' 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 alleyway
You'll admire all the
number book takers
Thugs, pimps and
pushers and the big
money makers
Drivin' big cars
Spendin' 20's
and 10's
And you wanna
grow up to be just
like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers
burglars, gamblers
Pick-pocket, peddlers
even pan handlers
You say, I'm cool,
huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up
droppin' outta
high school
Now you're
unemployed,
all non-void
Walkin' 'round like
you're Pretty Boy
Floyd turned Stick-Up
Kid but look what
you done did
Got sent up for
a 8-year bid
Now you're manhood
is took and you're
a Maytag, spend the next
two years as an
undercover fag
Bein' used and abused
to serve like hell
Till 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
Don't push me 'cos
I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to
lose my head
A-huh huh huh
It's like a jungle
Sometimes it makes
me wonder how I keep
from goin' under
A-huh huh huh huh