| Year: | 1982 |
| Rank: | 101 |
| Duration: | 5:02 |
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[Intro x2]
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me
wonder how I keep from going under
[Verse 1]
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on
the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the
smell, can't 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 couldn't get far
’Cause a man
with a tow truck repossessed my car
[Hook]
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 keep from going under
[Verse 2]
Standing on the front stoop hanging out the
window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
blow
Crazy lady, living in a bag
Eating out of
garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the
tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to
lost her senses
Down at the peep show watching all the
creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so seditty
She had
to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
My brother's doing bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
All
My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see
the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they
ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't
take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standing on my back
Can't stop to
turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine,
cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!
[Hook]
[Verse 4]
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
’Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt
and tie and run with the creeps
’Cause it's all about
money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in
this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front
of the 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 can't walk through the
park ’cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun
’cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw,
broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say "You want some
more?"
Living on a see-saw
[Hook]
[Verse 5]
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you
but he's frowning too
Because only God knows what you'll
go through
You'll grow in the ghetto living second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The
places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great
big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And
you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers,
scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even
panhandlers
You say "I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool"
But
then you wind up dropping outta high school
Now you're
unemployed, all null and void
Walking round like you're
Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you
done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your
manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two
years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused to serve
like hell
Til one day, you was found hung dead in the 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
[Hook]
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