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 dreams EVERYWHERE,
People bitchin’ on the air, I wonder if they care.
I can’t take this pain, can’t take this strife,
Got no money to move out, I guess this is my life.
Ticks in the front yard, skeeters in the back,
Hornets in my mailbox waitin’ to attack.
I tried to get away but I couldn’t get far
‘Cause a man with a pickup ran into my car.

Don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge;
I’m tryin’ not to lose my head.
A-huh huh huh huh,
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

Room feels like a jail cell, lookin’ out the window,
Watchin’ all activity, social life is a stone’s throw.
Pretty lady livin’ on the streets,
Cleanin’ out the food pantries, used to have some fleet feet.
Wanted to fandango, men would want to tango,
A Stanton goddess seemed to lost her bodice
Down at the strip club in her birthday suit
So she could make some hundreds for her student loans.
She went to the chapel and got into a grapple,
She had to get divorced; her husband was so violence-prone.

Don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge;
I’m tryin’ not to lose my head.
A-huh huh huh huh,
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.

My brother’s doin’ good, makin’ way more than me,
Think he’s movin’ too fast; it’s just not healthy.
Goes to Boston in the daytime, comes home at night,
He’s even makin’ games and he’s doin’ all right.
The writing critics that read my works
Say I’m no good; I think they’re jerks.
Got a hunch, got deduction, but I work in Production,
Can’t take the route to my job ‘cause it’s under construction.
Madman Batman breathin’ down my neck,
Can’t make a getaway, caught up in a bottleneck.
Life’s such a cesspool, got wack ground rules,
Sometimes it’s hard to keep my cool; I swear I might cuss out my school!

Don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge;
I’m tryin’ not to lose 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.

[break]

I tell my parents, “I don’t wanna go to work
‘Cause it don’t pay enough and the boss is a jerk.
And all the girls got fellas, from Amy to Stella,
I doubt that they’d care if I got salmonella,
Or herpes or AIDS, ate some nightshade,
Dressed in BDUs, jumped on a grenade.
‘Cause it’s all about lovin’, ain’t impressed the coven.
You got to have a bun in this land of stoves and ovens.
They killed that chick who got near their car,
Took her to Australia; so close and yet so far.
Shot that man right in his house,
Gave her manslaughter ‘cause the judge was soused.
I can’t go to the store ‘cause the shoppers I abhor,
Keep my hands on my cart ‘cause they spook me in this mart.
I feel really foreign like I’m in Warren,
See ‘em schlep for margarine, might as well spend florins.”

Don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge;
I’m tryin’ not to lose my head.
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.
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.

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 suburbs livin’ upper crust,
But your eyes will sing a song of distrust.
The places you play and where you stay,
They got great big schemes underway.
You’ll admire all the comic book makers,
Cops, docs and actors and the men with Moonrakers.
Drivin’ fast cars, spendin’ Franklins and Grants
And ya wanna go big though your odds are scant.
Gangsters, bankers, oil tankers,
Corporate embezzlers, even news anchors.
You say, “I’m cool, huh, I’m no fool!”
But then ya wind up graduatin’ high school.
Now you’ve moved away, all nice and gay,
Live in dorms with some guy named Sanjay.
Graduated, but look what ya done did:
Got sent up for a lifetime bid.
Now your manhood is took and you’re a number,
Spend your hard-earned cash on debts that encumber.
Bein’ used and abused, a corporate drone,
‘Till one day, you blew out your brains all alone.
It was plain to see that your life was lost,
You would gain wealth and fame at any cost,
But now your folks sing that sad, sad song
Of how you lived too slow and died so young.

So don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge;
I’m tryin’ not to lose my head.
Huh huh huh huh,
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under,
Huh a-huh huh huh huh,
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under,
Huh a-huh huh huh huh huh.

[spoken word skit]:
“Yo, D, you see that girl over there?”
“Yeah, man!”
“Hey, that sounded like J-man, dude!”
“Cool!”
“Yo, wassup J-man?”
“Hey, where’s Scooter and his pal at?”
“They’re in Mass chillin’ out!”
“So what’s up for tonight, guys?”
“Yo, we could go down to the Free Play, man!”
“Let’s go play some Qix, man!”
“Hey yo, you know that chick Scarlett?”
“Yeah, man.”
“She’s in another movie, man!”
“What?”
“Which one, man?”
“That Marvel one!”
“When’s it comin’ out?”
“Hey, what’s goin’ on?”
“FREEZE! Don’t nobody move a muscle! You’re under arrest! Hands behind your head!”
“WHAT!?”
“Hey man, we’re down with MC QuadSport and the Spurious Six, man!”
“What is that, a gang!?”
“No!”
“SHUT UP! No talkin’! Shut up!”
“Hey officer, what’s the problem!?”
“You’re the problem!”
“Hey, you don’t gotta push us!”
“Get in the car! Get in the car! GET IN THE GOD…I SAID ‘GET IN THE CAR’!”
“Why’s he hasslin’ us, man?”