Broken glass everywhere   People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care  I can't take the smell, I 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 the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car    Chorus:  Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge  I'm trying not to loose my head  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 piles, used to be a fag-hag  Said she danced the tango, skip the light fandango  Well zircon prince she seems to have 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 giddy  She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own    Chorus:  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  Midrange, migrained, cancered membrane  Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I'm gonna hijack a plane!    Chorus    My son said daddy I don't wanna 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 dance to the beat, shuffle my feet  Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps  Cause 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 a 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 the run  I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jaw  Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a seesaw    Chorus    A child is born, with no state of mind  Blind to the ways of mankind  God is smiling at you but He's frowning too  Because only God knows what you gon' do  You 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 alleyway  You'll admire all the numberbook takers  Duds, pimps and 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 pan-handlers  You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool  But then you wind up dropping out of highschool   Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void  Walking around like you're Pretty Boy Floyd  Turned stickup kid, look what you done did  Got send up for a eight year bid  Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag  Spend the next two years as an undercover fag  Being used and abused, to serve like hell  Till one day you was found hung dead in a 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, cause I'm close to the edge  I'm trying not to loose my head  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