It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder 
How I keep from going under 
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder 
How I keep from going under 

Broken glass everywhere 
People [bad word] on the stairs, you know they just don't care 
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise no more 
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 the baseball bat 
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far 
Cause a man with a [bad word] repossessed my car 
 [bad word]  
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge 
I'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh 
[2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh] 
[4th: say what?] 
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder 
How I keep from going under 
It's 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 
Eating out of garbage pails, used to be a [bad word] 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 social security 
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own 

[2nd [bad word]  

My brother's doing bad on my mother's TV 
She says: "You watch it 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 
I 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 sacrophiliac 
mid-ranged migraine, cancered membrane 
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane 

My son said: "Daddy I don't wonna go to school 
Cause 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 
I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet 
Wear a shirt and tie [bad word] with the creeps 
Cause it's all about money, ain't a [bad word] 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, cause it's crazy after dark 
Keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on [bad word] 
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jar 
Hear them say: "You want some more livin' on a seesaw?" 

[4th [bad word]  

child is born with no state of mind 
Blind to the ways of mankind 
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too 
Because only God knows what you'll go through 
You'll grow in the ghetto, living second rate 
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate 
The places you're playin', where you stay 
Looks like one great big alley way 
You'll 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, scrambles, burglars, gamblers 
Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers 
You say: "I'm cool, I'm no fool!" 
But then you wind up dropping out of high school 
Now you're unemployed, all non-void 
Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd 
Turned stickup kid, look what you've done did 
Got sen