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

Broken glass
pissing on the stairs, you know they just dont care
I can't take the smell, I can't the noise no more
Got no money to out, I guess I got no choice
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
'Cause a man a tow-truck repossessed my car

Don't push me cause I'm to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ah
[2nd and ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say
It's like a sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from 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 go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady in a bag
out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her
Down at the peepshow, all the creeps
So she can tell the to the girls back home
She to the city and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she make it on her own

Chorus]

My brother's doing bad my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, its just not
All My in the daytime, Dallas at night
even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors that ring my
And scare my wife when I'm not
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
Can't stop to around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I I might hijack a plane

Chorus]

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

[4th

A is born with no state of mind
to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but frowning too
Because only God knows what go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, second rate
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 book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big makers
big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, peddlers even
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But you wind up dropping out of high school
Now unemployed, all non-void
round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look youve done did
Got sent up for a year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a
the next two years as a undercover fag
Being and abused and served like hell
'Til one day you was hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see that your life was
You was cold and your swung back and forth
But now eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you so fast and died so young

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