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

Broken everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they dont care
I can't take the smell, I take the noise no more
Got no to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, cockroaches in the
Junkie's in the with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I get far
'Cause a man with a tow-truck my car

Don't push me 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 keep from going
like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going

Standing on the front stoop, out the window
Watching all the cars go by, as the breezes blow
Crazy livin' in a bag
out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the 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 went to the city and got So-So-So
She had to get a pimp, she make it on her own

[2nd

My doing bad took my mother's TV
Says she too much, its just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at
Can't even see the game or the Ray fight
The bill collectors that my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not
Got a bum education, inflation
Can't take the to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my
Can't stop to around, broke my sacroiliac
A migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

[3rd

My son said: Daddy, I don't wanna go to
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a
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 shirt and tie and run with the
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing
You got to have a con in this of milk and honey"
pushed that girl 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 new start
I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after
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 want some more?" livin' on a

[4th

A child is born with no of mind
Blind to the of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God what youll go through
grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep
The places you play and where you
like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the number takers
Thugs, pimps, and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and
And you wanna grow up to be just them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, peddlers panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you up dropping out of high school
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, what youve done did
Got sent up for a year bid
Now your manhood is took and a Maytag
Spent the next two years as a fag
Being used and abused and served like
'Til one day you was hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see your life was lost
You was cold and your body back and forth
But now your eyes the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so 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 from under.
[5th