The Message (Re-Recorded / Remastered)

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
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 Broken glass everywhere
 People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
 I can't take the smell, i 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
 Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat
 I tried to get away, but i couldn't get far
 Cause a man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
 Don't push me, cause i'm close to the edge
 I'm trying not to loose my head
 It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
 How i keep from going under
 Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
 Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
 Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
 Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
 Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
 A zircon princess seems to have lost her senses
 Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
 So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
 She went to the city and got social security
 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 loose my head
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 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 t.v.
 Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
 All my children in the daytime, dallas at night
 Can't even see the game or the sugar ray fight
 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
 Midrange, migrained, 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 loose my head
 It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
 How i keep from going under
 My son said daddy i don't wanna go to school
 Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think i'm a fool
 And all the kids smoke reefer, i think it'd be cheaper
 If i just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
 I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
 Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
 Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
 You got to have a car in this land of milk and honey
 They push that girl in front of a train
 Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
 Stabbed that man, right in his heart
 Gave him a transfer for a brand new start
 I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after the dark
 Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the run
 I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
 Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a seasaw
 Don't push me, cause i'm close to the edge
 I'm trying not to loose 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
 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, wih no state of mind
 Blind to the ways of mankind
 God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
 Cause only god knows what you go through
 You 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 alley way
 You'll admire all the number book takers;
 Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers
 Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
 And you wanna grow up to be just like them
 Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
 Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
 You say i'm cool, i'm no fool
 But then you wind up dropping out of high school
 Now you're unemployed, or non-void
 Walking around like you're pretty boy floyd
 Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
 Got send up for a eight year bid
 Now your man hood is took and you're a maytag
 Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
 Being used and abused, and served like hell
 Till one day you was find 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
 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 loose my head
 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