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

Broken glass
People on the stairs, you know they just dont care
I can't take the smell, I take the noise no more
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no
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 I'm close to the edge
I'm not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and ah huh-huh-huh]
say what?]
It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I keep from going
It's 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 breezes
Crazy livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of pails, she used to be a fag-hag
she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Princess seemed to lost her senses
at the peepshow, watching 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 couldn't it on her own

Chorus]

My doing bad took my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, its not healthy
All My in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Ray fight
The bill collectors that my phone
And my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, inflation
Can't take the train to the job, a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my
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

[3rd

My son said: Daddy, I don't go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he think I'm a fool
And all the smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street
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 thing funny
You got to have a con in land of milk 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 new start
I can't walk the park, cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, they 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 with no state of mind
Blind to the of mankind
God is on you but he's frowning too
Because only God what youll go through
Youll in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a of deep hate
The you play and where you stay
like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the book takers
Thugs, pimps, and the big money makers
Driving big cars, twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, even panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all
Walking round like Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, what youve done did
Got sent up for a eight bid
Now manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spent the next two years as a fag
Being used and abused and served like
'Til one day you was found 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 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.
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