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Verse 1
I keep
Verse 2
from goin' under
Gm
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
'Cause a man with a tow truck
Verse 3
repossessed my car
Gm
Cm
Gm
Don't push me 'cause
I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head,
ha- ha- ha- ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I
keep from goin' under
Verse 4
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 hag
Said she'll dance the tango,
skip the light fandango
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 had to get a pimp, she couldn't
Verse 5
make it on her own
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
Verse 6
goin' under
stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much,
it's just not healthy
Can't even see the game
or the Sugar Ray fight
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around,
broke my sacroiliac
Verse 7
Gm
Cm
Gm
Don't push me 'cause
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
Verse 8
Gm
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
Pickpocket 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,
Cm
Gm
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
Verse 9
I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head,
ha- ha- ha- ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under,
ha- ha- ha- ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how
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