The Message

It's like a jungle sometimes
 It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
 Broken glass everywhere
 People pissin' 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 a 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
 It's like a jungle sometimes
 It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
 Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
 Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
 Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
 Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
 Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
 A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
 Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
 So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
 She went to the city and got so so seditty
 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
 It's like a jungle sometimes
 It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
 It's like a jungle sometimes
 It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
 My brother's doin' bad, stole 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 goin' 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
 It's like a jungle sometimes
 It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
 It's like a jungle sometimes
 It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
 A child is born with no state of mind
 Blind to the ways of mankind
 God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
 Because only God knows what you'll go through
 You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
 And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
 The places you play and where you stay
 Looks like one great big alleyway
 You'll admire all the number-book takers
 Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
 Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
 And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
 Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
 Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
 You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
 But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
 Now you're unemployed, all non-void
 Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
 Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
 Got sent up for a eight-year bid
 Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
 Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
 Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
 Til one day, you was found hung dead in the 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 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 makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
 It's like a jungle sometimes
 It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under