Suburban Jungle

I was creeping through the city streets late one night With nothing in particular to do Then I found myself lost in my own town I was totally confused I used to know the streets I used to know the beats Of the traveling cars and the shuffling feet But now the town has changed and rearranged It's not the same And there's something strange I can see It's a suburban jungle It's a suburban maze It's a suburban jungle It's the turning of days Now the grass that we played in Has turned into pavement And streetlights that stay lit once a days went May seem basic but the future generations Might want a place with lakes and vegetation Strip malls and houses For the kids and spouses They cannot live without it Conditioned to living within the system But now it's getting crowded It's a suburban jungle It's a suburban maze It's a suburban jungle It's the turning of days The jungle around us gets thicker The tourist attractions get bigger They ignore all the people who live here You won't find what you're looking for So I tell the people living here To listen clear this is a steer In the wrong direction How must I stress it Common sense will show us Its houses that may hold us But it's the trees we need to breathe And they must grow the oldest And they must grow the oldest The jungle around us gets thicker The tourist attractions get bigger They ignore all the people who live here You won't find what you're looking for It's a suburban jungle It's a suburban jungle