It's like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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It's like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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Broken glass everywhere
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People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
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I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
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Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
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Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
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Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
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I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
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'cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
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Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
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I'm trying not to lose my head
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Uh huh ha ha ha
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It's like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
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Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
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Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
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Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag had sex and
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danced the tango, skip the life and dango
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A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
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Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
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So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
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She went to the city and got so so sadity
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She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
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Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
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I'm trying not to lose my head
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Uh huh ha ha ha
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It's like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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It's like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
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Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
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"All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
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Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
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The bill collectors, they ring my phone
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and scare my wife when I'm not home
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Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
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Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
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Neon King Kong standin' on my back
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Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
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A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
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Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
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I swear I might hijack a plane!
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Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
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I'm trying not to lose my head
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It's like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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It's like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
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'cuz the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
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And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
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if I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
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Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
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Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
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'cuz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
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You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
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They pushed that girl in front of the train
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Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
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Stabbed that man right in his heart
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Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
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I can't walk through the park 'cuz it's crazy after dark
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Keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
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I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
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Hear them say "You want some more?"
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Livin' on a see-saw
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Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
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I'm trying not to lose my head
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Say what?
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It's like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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It's like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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It's like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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It's like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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A child is born with no state of mind
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Blind to the ways of mankind
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God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
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Because only God knows what you'll go through
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You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
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And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
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The places you play and where you stay
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Looks like one great big alleyway
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You'll admire all the number-book takers
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Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
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Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
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And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
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Smugglers, scram |