歌词
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, 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 the baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hanging out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
A 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, seem to have lost her senses
Down at the peep show watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so, so saditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
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
My brother's doing bad, stole my mother's TV
Said 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
Scares my wife when I'm not home
I got a bum's education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
A neon King Kong standing on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane
I swear I might hijack a plane
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
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
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 alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thug pimps and pushers and the big money makers
Drive a big car, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smuggling, scalers, burglars, and gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandling
You say, "I'm cool, ha, I'm no fool"
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all null and void
Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, look what you done did
Got set up for the eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took, you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, served like hell
'Til one day, you were found hung dead in a 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
How you lived so fast and died so young
So don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under