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It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder 
How I keep from going under 
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder 
How I keep from going under
Broken glass everywhere 
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care 
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise no more
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice 
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back 
Junkie's 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 
Chorus: 
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge 
I'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh 
[2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh] 
[4th: say what?]
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder 
How I keep from going under 
It's 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 
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag 
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to 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 Social Security 
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own 
[2nd Chorus] 
My brother's doing bad on 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 standin' 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 
[3rd Chorus] 
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 
I'd 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?" livin' on a seesaw 
[4th Chorus] 
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 of deep hate 
The places you play and where you stay 
Looks like one great big alley way 
You'll admire all the number book takers 
Thugs, pimps, 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 panhandlers 
You say: “I'm cool, I'm no fool!” 
But then you wind up dropping out of high school 
Now you're unemployed, all non-void 
Walking ‘round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd 
Turned stickup kid, look what you've done did 
Got sent up for a eight year bid 
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spent 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 your 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 
[5th Chorus]