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*1 listed as by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five (inaccurate)*2 organized by Rhino comp. for convenience regardless of original[INTRO]It`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` underIt`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` under[FIRST VERSE]Broken glass everywherePeople pissin` on the stairs, you know they just don`t careI can`t take the smell, can`t take the noiseGot no money to move out, I guess I got no choiceRats in the front room, roaches in the backJunkies in the alley with a baseball batI tried to get away but I couldn`t get far`cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car[CHORUS]Don`t push me `cuz I`m close to the edgeI`m trying not to lose my headUh huh ha ha haIt`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` under[SECOND VERSE]Standin` on the front stoop hangin` out the windowWatchin` all the cars go by, roarin` as the breezes blowCrazy lady, livin` in a bagEatin` outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hagSaid she`ll dance the tango, skip the light fandangoA Zircon princess seemed to lost her sensesDown at the peep show watchin` all the creepsSo she can tell her stories to the girls back homeShe went to the city and got so so sedittyShe had to get a pimp, she couldn`t make it on her own[CHORUS]Don`t push me `cuz I`m close to the edgeI`m trying not to lose my headUh huh ha ha haIt`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` underIt`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` under[THIRD VERSE]My brother`s doin` bad, stole my mother`s TVSays she watches too much, it`s just not healthy"All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at nightCan`t even see the game or the Sugar Ray fightThe bill collectors, they ring my phoneand scare my wife when I`m not homeGot a bum education, double-digit inflationCan`t take the train to the job, there`s a strike at the stationNeon King Kong standin` on my backCan`t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliacA mid-range migraine, cancered membraneSometimes I think I`m goin` insaneI swear I might hijack a plane![CHORUS]Don`t push me `cuz I`m close to the edgeI`m trying not to lose my headIt`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` underIt`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` under[FOURTH VERSE]My son said, Daddy, I don`t wanna go to school`cuz the teacher`s a jerk, he must think I`m a foolAnd all the kids smoke reefer, I think it`d be cheaperif I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeperOr dance to the beat, shuffle my feetWear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps`cuz it`s all about money, ain`t a damn thing funnyYou got to have a con in this land of milk and honeyThey pushed that girl in front of the trainTook her to the doctor, sewed her arm on againStabbed that man right in his heartGave him a transplant for a brand new startI can`t walk through the park `cuz it`s crazy after darkKeep my hand on my gun `cuz they got me on the runI feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jawHear them say "You want some more?"Livin` on a see-saw[CHORUS]Don`t push me `cuz I`m close to the edgeI`m trying not to lose my headSay what?It`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` underIt`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` underIt`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` underIt`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` under[FIFTH VERSE]A child is born with no state of mindBlind to the ways of mankindGod is smilin` on you but he`s frownin` tooBecause only God knows what you`ll go throughYou`ll grow in the ghetto livin` second-rateAnd your eyes will sing a song called deep hateThe places you play and where you stayLooks like one great big alleywayYou`ll admire all the number-book takersThugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makersDrivin` big cars, spendin` twenties and tensAnd you`ll wanna grow up to be just like them, huhSmugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblersPickpocket peddlers, even panhandlersYou say I`m cool, huh, I`m no foolBut then you wind up droppin` outta high schoolNow you`re unemployed, all non-voidWalkin` round like you`re Pretty Boy FloydTurned stick-up kid, but look what you done didGot sent up for a eight-year bidNow your manhood is took and you`re a MaytagSpend the next two years as a undercover fagBein` used and abused to serve like hell`til one day, you was found hung dead in the cellIt was plain to see that your life was lostYou was cold and your body swung back and forthBut now your eyes sing the sad, sad songOf how you lived so fast and died so young so...[CHORUS]Don`t push me `cuz I`m close to the edgeI`m trying not to lose my headUh huh huh huh huhIt`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` underHuh, uh huh huh huh huhIt`s like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin` underHuh, uh huh huh huh huh

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