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It's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin' underBroken glass everywherePeople pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't careI can't take the smell, can't take the noiseGot no money to move out, I guess I got no choiceRats in the front room, roaches in the backJunkies in the alley with a baseball batI tried to get away but I couldn't get farCause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car[Chorus]Don't push me cause I'm close to the edgeI'm trying not to lose my headIt's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin' underStandin' on the front stoop hangin' out the windowWatchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blowCrazy lady, livin' in a bagEatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hagSaid she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandangoA Zircon princess seemed to lost her sensesDown at the peep show watchin' all the creepsSo she can tell her stories to the girls back homeSongtexteShe went to the city and got so so sedittyShe had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own[Chorus]It's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin' underMy brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TVSays she watches too much, it's just not healthyAll My Children in the daytime, Dallas at nightCan't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fightThe bill collectors, they ring my phoneAnd scare my wife when I'm not homeGot a bum education, double-digit inflationCan't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the stationNeon King Kong standin' on my backCan't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliacA mid-range migraine, cancered membraneSometimes I think I'm goin' insaneI swear I might hijack a plane![Chorus]It's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin' underA child is born with no state of mindBlind to the ways of mankindGod is smilin' on you but he's frownin' tooBecause only God knows what you'll go throughYou'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rateAnd your eyes will sing a song called deep hateThe places you play and where you stayLooks like one great big alleywayYou'll admire all the number-book takersThugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makersDrivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tensAnd you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huhSmugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblersPickpocket peddlers, even panhandlersYou say I'm cool, huh, I'm no foolBut then you wind up droppin' outta high schoolNow you're unemployed, all non-voidWalkin' round like you're Pretty Boy FloydTurned stick-up kid, but look what you done didGot sent up for a eight-year bidNow your manhood is took and you're a MaytagSpend the next two years as a undercover fagBein' used and abused to serve like hellTil one day, you was found hung dead in the cellIt was plain to see that your life was lostYou was cold and your body swung back and forthBut now your eyes sing the sad, sad songOf how you lived so fast and died so young so[Chorus]It's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under Aus Songtexte Mania