Lyrics:

Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just dont care
I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car

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Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to loose my head
Its like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skip the light fandango
Well zircon prince she seems to have lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so giddy
She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her own

Chorus:
Its like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin under

My brothers doin bad, stole my mothers TV
Says she watches too much, its just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Cant even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when Im not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin on my back
Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migrained, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear Im gonna hijack a plane!

Chorus

My son said daddy I dont wanna go to school
Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause its all about money, aint a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of a train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I cant walk through the park, cause its crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livin on a seesaw

Chorus

A child is born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling at you but Hes frowning too
Because only God knows what you gon do
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
Youll admire all the numberbook takers
Duds, pimps and pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers, even pan-handlers
You say Im cool, huh, Im no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of highschool
Now youre unemployed, all null n void
Walking around like youre Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and youre a Maytag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, to serve like hell
Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

So dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to loose my head
Its like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Its like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under