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

Broken everywhere
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 to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the room, cockroaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a bat
I tried to get away, but I get far
'Cause a man a tow-truck repossessed 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 5th: ah
say what?]
It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I from going under
like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the blow
Crazy livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she used to be a
Said she danced the tango, skipped the fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her
Down at the peepshow, all the creeps
So she can the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she make it on her own

[2nd

My brother's doing bad took my TV
she watches too much, its just not healthy
All My in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray
The collectors that ring my phone
And my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit
Can't take the train to the job, a strike at the station
Neon Kong standin' on my back
Can't to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

Chorus]

My son said: Daddy, I don't go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think be cheaper
If I got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Id to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a and tie and run with the creeps
Cause all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to a con in this land of milk and honey"
They pushed that girl in front of the
Took her to the doctor, her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his
him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk the park, cause 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 want some more?" on a seesaw

Chorus]

A child is born with no of mind
Blind to the ways of
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 of deep hate
The places you play and you stay
like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big makers
Driving big cars, spending and tens
And you wanna up to be just like 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 round like Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look youve done did
Got up for a eight year bid
Now your is took and you're a Maytag
the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and and served like hell
'Til one day you was found hung dead in cell
It was plain to see that your life was
You was and your body swung back and forth
But now eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and so young

So 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 going under.
[5th