Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Its 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 dont care I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise no more Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room, cockroaches in the back Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car Chorus: Dont push me cause Im close to the edge Im trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh [2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh] [4th: say what?] Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Its 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 Eatin out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango The Zircon Princess seemed to 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 So-So-So Ditty She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her own [2nd Chorus] My brothers doing bad took my mothers TV Says she watches too much, its just not healthy All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night Cant even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight The bill collectors that ring my phone And scare my wife when Im not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike at the station Neon King Kong standin on my back Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane [3rd Chorus] My son said: Daddy, I dont wanna go to school Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper Id dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps Cause its all about money, aint 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 cant walk through the park, cause its 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? livin on a seesaw [4th Chorus] A child is born with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you but hes frowning too Because only God knows what youll go through Youll 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 Youll admire all the number book takers Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh, Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers You say: Im cool, Im no fool! But then you wind up dropping out of high school Now youre unemployed, all non-void Walking round like youre Pretty Boy Floyd Turned stickup kid, look what youve done did Got sent up for a eight year bid Now your manhood is took and youre a Maytag Spent the next two years as a undercover fag Being used and abused and served like hell Til one day you was found hung dead in your 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 dont push me cause Im close to the edge, Im trying not to lose my head, its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under. [5th Chorus] SONGWRITERS EDWARDS, JOEL / BARTER, ROBIN EWART / POST, ROBERT JOSEPH PUBLISHED BY LYRICS © WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC, INC., SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, EMI MUSIC PUBLISHING, PEERMUSIC PUBLISHING metrolyrics/the-message-lyrics-grandmaster-flash.html
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 12:20:58 +0000
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