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DON'T PUSH ME 'CUZ I'M CLOSE TO THE EEEEDGE I'M TRY-ING NOT TO LOOSE MY HEAD UH HUH HAHAHA. IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE, SOMETIMES IT MAKES ME WONDER HOW I KEEP FROM GOIN' UNDER

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It's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes 
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under 

Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' 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 
'cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car 

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge 
I'm trying not to lose my head 
Uh huh ha ha ha 
It's like a jungle sometimes 
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under 

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window 
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow 
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag 
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag had sex and 
danced the tango, skip the life and dango 
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses 
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps 
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home 
She went to the city and got so so sadity 
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own 

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge 
I'm trying not to lose my head 
Uh huh ha ha ha 

It's like a jungle sometimes 
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under 
It's like a jungle sometimes 
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under 

My brother's doin' 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 standin' on my back 
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac 
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane 
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane 
I swear I might hijack a plane! 

Don't push me 'cuz 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 goin' under 
It's like a jungle sometimes 
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under 

My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school 
'cuz 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 
'cuz 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 'cuz it's crazy after dark 
Keep my hand on my gun 'cuz 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 see-saw 

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge 
I'm trying not to lose my head 
Say what? 

It's like a jungle sometimes 
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under 
It's like a jungle sometimes 
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under 

It's like a jungle sometimes 
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under 

It's like a jungle sometimes 
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under 

A child is born with no state of mind 
Blind to the ways of mankind 
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too 
Because only God knows what you'll go through 
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' 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 alleyway 
You'll admire all the number-book takers 
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers 
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens 
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh 
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers 
Pickpockets, peddlers, even panhandlers 
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool 
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school 
Now you're unemployed, all non void 
Walkin' 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 
Bein' 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 'cuz I'm close to the edge 
I'm trying not to lose my head 
Uh huh huh huh huh 

It's like a jungle sometimes 
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under 
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh 
It's like a jungle sometimes 
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under 


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