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It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf****lf**Broken glass everywhere**lf**People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don''t care**lf**I can''t take the smell, can''t take the noise**lf**Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice**lf****lf**Rats in the front room, roaches in the back**lf**Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat**lf**I tried to get away, but I couldn''t get far**lf**''Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car**lf****lf**Don''t push me, ''cause I''m close to the edge**lf**I''m trying not to lose my head**lf**Ha-ha-ha-ha**lf****lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf****lf**Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window**lf**Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow**lf**A crazy lady, livin in a bag**lf**Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag**lf****lf**Said, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango**lf**Was circon princess, seemed to lost her senses**lf**Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps**lf**So she can tell the stories to the girls back home**lf****lf**She went to the city and got Social Security**lf**She had to get a pimp, she couldn''t make it on her own**lf****lf**Don''t push me, ''cause I''m close to the edge**lf**I''m trying not to lose my head**lf**Ha-ha-ha-ha**lf****lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf****lf**My brothers doin'' bad, stole my mothers TV**lf**Says, she watches to much, is just not healthy**lf**''All my children'' in the daytime, ''Dallas'' at night**lf**Can''t even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight**lf****lf**The bill collectors, they ring my phone**lf**And scare my wife when I''m not home**lf**Got a bum education, double-digit inflation**lf**Can''t take the train to the job, there''s a strike at the station**lf****lf**Neon king kong standin'' on my back**lf**Can''t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac**lf**A midrange migraine, cancered membrane**lf**Sometimes I think I''m going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane**lf****lf**Don''t push me, ''cause I''m close to the edge**lf**I''m trying not to lose my head**lf****lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf****lf**My son said, ''daddy, I don''t wanna go to school**lf**Cause the teacher''s a jerk, he must think I''m a fool**lf**And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it''d be cheaper**lf**If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper**lf****lf**I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet**lf**Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps**lf**''Cause it''s all about money, ain''t a damn thing funny**lf**You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey**lf****lf**They pushed that girl in front of the train**lf**Took her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again**lf**Stabbed that man right in his heart**lf**Gave him a transplant for a brand new start**lf****lf**I can''t walk through the park, ''cause it''s crazy after the dark**lf**Keep my hand on the gun, ''cause they got me on the run**lf**I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jaw**lf**Hear them say you want some more, livin on a seesaw**lf****lf**Don''t push me, ''cause I''m close to the edge**lf**I''m trying not to lose my head**lf****lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf****lf**A child is born, with no state of mind**lf**Blind to the ways of mankind**lf**God is smiling on you, but he''s frowning too**lf**Because only God knows what you go through**lf****lf**You grow in the ghetto, living second rate**lf**And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate**lf**The place that you play and where you stay**lf**Looks like one great big alley way**lf****lf**You''ll admire all the number book takers**lf**Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers**lf**Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens**lf**And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh**lf****lf**Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers**lf**Pickpockets, peddlers and even panhandlers**lf**You say I''m cool, I''m no fool**lf**But then you wind up dropping out of high school**lf****lf**Now you''re unemployed, all null ''n void**lf**Walking ''round like you''re Pretty Boy Floyd**lf**Turned stickup kid, look what you done did**lf**Got send up for a eight year bid**lf****lf**Now your manhood is took and you''re a may tag**lf**Spend the next two years as an undercover fag**lf**Being used and abused and served like hell**lf**Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell**lf****lf**It was plain to see that your life was lost**lf**You was cold and your body swung back and forth**lf**But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song**lf**Of how you lived so fast and died so young**lf****lf**So, don''t push me, ''cause I''m close to the edge**lf**I''m trying not to lose my head**lf****lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under**lf**It''s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder**lf**How I keep from going under