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

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

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

on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, as the breezes blow
Crazy livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light
The Zircon seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the
So she can tell the stories to the back home
She went to the and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she make it on her own

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My brother's bad took my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, its just not
All My in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill that ring my phone
And scare my when I'm not home
Got a bum education, inflation
Can't take the to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong on my back
Can't stop to turn around, my sacroiliac
A migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

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

[4th

A child is born with no of mind
Blind to the of mankind
God is smiling on you but frowning too
Because only God knows youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, 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 number takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money
big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you grow up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, peddlers panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you wind up dropping out of high
Now you're unemployed, all
round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what youve did
Got up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is and you're a Maytag
Spent the next two years as a fag
Being used and abused and 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 body swung 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 from going under.
[5th