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

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

Don't me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ah
[2nd and ah huh-huh-huh]
say what?]
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 from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the
all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady in a bag
Eatin' out of pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her
at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back
She went to the and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't it on her own

[2nd

My brother's 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 or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors that ring my
And my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit
Can't the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my
A mid-range migraine, membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might a plane

Chorus]

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

[4th

A child is born with no of mind
to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but frowning too
Because only God knows what go through
Youll in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep
The places you play and where you
Looks one great big alley way
You'll admire all the book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money
Driving big cars, spending and tens
And you wanna grow up to be like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, even panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you wind up out of high school
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking round like you're Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, what youve done did
Got sent up for a eight bid
Now your is took and you're a Maytag
Spent the two years as a undercover fag
Being and abused and served like hell
'Til one day you was found hung dead in your
It was plain to see that your life was
You was cold and body swung back and forth
But now eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so and died so young

So don't push me cause I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to my head, it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.
[5th