The Message

It's like a jungle Sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under 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 Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away, I couldn't get far 'Cause the man with the tow truck repossessed my car 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 outta garbage pails used to be a fag hag Says she danced the tango, the light fandango Was zircon princess seemed to lost her senses Down at the peep show, watching all the creeps so She could tell the story to the girls back home She went to the city and she got social security She had to get a pension, she couldn't make it on her own Don't push me I'm close to the edge I try not to lose 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 My brothers 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 train to the job, there's a strike at the station A neon King Kong standing on my back Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac A mid-range migraine, cankered membrane I'm going insane, I might hijack a plane Don't push me 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 It's like a jungle Sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under Say what My son said "Daddy, I don't want to go to school 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool The kids smoke reefer I think it'd be cheaper If I just got a job learned to be a street sweeper" 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 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 It's like a jungle Sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under Say what 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 go through You'll admire all the number book-takers Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens You wanna grow up to be just like them Smugglers, scrambler, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers, even panhandlers Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head 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 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