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

glass 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, in the back
in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I get far
'Cause a man with a repossessed my car

Don't push me cause I'm to the edge
I'm not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and 5th: ah
[4th: say
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me
How I keep from going
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me
How I keep from under

on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the blow
Crazy lady in a bag
Eatin' out of pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Princess seemed to lost her senses
at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls home
She went to the and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't 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 that ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not
Got a bum education, double-digit
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the
Neon Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a

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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 smoke reefer, I think be cheaper
If I just got a job, to be a street sweeper
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 thing
You got to have a con in this land of and honey"
They that girl 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 brand new
I can't through the park, cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, my last glass jaw
Hear them You want some more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th

A child is born with no of mind
Blind to the of mankind
God is on you but he's frowning too
Because God knows what youll go through
Youll in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you
Looks like one great big way
You'll admire all the number takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big makers
Driving big cars, 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 you're unemployed, all
Walking like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
stickup kid, look what youve done did
Got sent up for a eight bid
Now your manhood is and you're a Maytag
Spent the two years as a undercover fag
Being used and and served like hell
'Til one day you was hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see that life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and
But now your eyes the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and so young

So don't push me 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.
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