In The Jungle Heat

i turned away and tried to hide

i spurned them all and turned aside

in the jungle heat

where will i sleep

is it but me

or am i burned unconsciously

i earned my stripes when i was 9

they held me down and were unkind

in the jungle heat

where will i sleep

is it but me

or am i burned for the lies i keep

any day now

i'll eat my words

from your palm

even a daffodil can be a bomb

what did i do wrong

i turned my pockets inside out

what i earned was a sense of doubt

in the jungle heat

i make ends meet

i may be free

but all my friends have turned against me