The Message

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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, 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 going under
 Standing on the front stoop, hanging out the window
 Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
 Crazy lady, living in a bag
 Eating out of 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 watching all the creeps
 So she can tell her 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 lose 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 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 standing on my back
 Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
 A mid-range migraine, 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 lose 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
 Or 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 con in this land of milk and honey
 They pushed that girl in front of the train
 Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
 Stabbed that man right in his heart
 Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
 I can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after dark
 Keep my hand on my gun, 'cause they got me on the run
 I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
 Hear them say "You want some more?", living on a see-saw
 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 going under
 ♪
 A child is born with no state of mind
 Blind to the ways of mankind
 God is smiling on you, but he's frowning too
 Because only God knows what you'll go through
 You'll grow in the ghetto living 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
 Driving big cars, spending 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 dropping outta high school
 Now you're unemployed, all null and void
 Walking '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
 Being 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 going under
 

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Duration
07:12
Key
1
Tempo
100 BPM

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