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

Broken glass
People pissing on the stairs, you they just dont care
I take 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
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 trying not to lose my head, ah
and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say
like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from under
It's like a sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep going under

Standing on the stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the blow
Crazy livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light
The Princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the
So she can tell the stories to the girls home
She to the city and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't it on her own

[2nd

My brother's doing bad took my TV
Says she too much, its just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at
even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors ring my phone
And scare my when I'm not home
Got a bum education, inflation
take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King standin' on my back
Can't to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A migraine, cancered membrane
I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

[3rd

My son said: Daddy, I don't go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I it'd be cheaper
If I got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Id to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run the creeps
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing
You got to a con in this land of milk and honey"
They pushed girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on
that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new
I can't walk through the park, cause it's 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 some more?" livin' on a seesaw

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A child is born with no state of
to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God knows what go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, living second
And your eyes will sing a song of hate
The places you and where you stay
Looks like one big alley way
admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money
Driving big cars, spending twenties and
And you wanna up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, peddlers panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all
round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look youve done did
Got up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and a Maytag
Spent the next two years as a fag
Being used and abused and served hell
'Til one day you was found hung dead in cell
It was plain to see your life was lost
You was and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad
Of how you lived so fast and so young

So 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 me wonder how I keep from going under.
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