Note:
The song is a single chord played over and over.
Above it there's a few melodies playing,
they're as follows:
Funky bass
line A line B
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|-5-5-3-------| |-5-3---------|
|-------5-3---| |-----5-3-----|
|-----------3-| |---------6-3-|
Synth (with delay)
|-----6-8-6--|-10-8-6------|
|-6-8--------|--------8-6--|
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[Chorus]
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
[Verse 1]
Gm
Broken glass everywhere
Gm
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
Gm
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Gm
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Gm
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Gm
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
Gm
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
Gm
Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
[Chorus]
Gm
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Gm
I'm trying not to lose my head
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
[Verse 2]
Gm
Standing on the front stoop hanging out the window
Gm
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Gm
Crazy lady, living in a bag
Gm
Eating out of garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Gm
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
Gm
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Gm
Down at the peep show watching all the creeps
Gm
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
Gm
She went to the city and got social security
Gm
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
[Chorus]
Gm
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Gm
I'm trying not to lose my head
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
[Verse 3]
Gm
My brother's doing bad, stole my mother's TV
Gm
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
Gm
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Gm
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
Gm
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
Gm
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Gm
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Gm
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Gm
Neon King Kong standing on my back
Gm
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Gm
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Gm
Sometimes I think I'm going insane
Gm
I swear I might hijack a plane!
[Chorus]
Gm
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Gm
I'm trying not to lose my head
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
[Interlude]
Gm
[Verse 4]
Gm
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
Gm
'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
Gm
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
Gm
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Gm
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Gm
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Gm
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
Gm
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
Gm
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Gm
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Gm
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gm
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
Gm
I can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
Gm
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Gm
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Gm
Hear them say "You want some more?"
Gm
Living on a see-saw
[Chorus]
Gm
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Gm
I'm trying not to lose my head
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
[Verse 5]
Gm
A child is born with no state of mind
Gm
Blind to the ways of mankind
Gm
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
Gm
Because only God knows what you'll go through
Gm
You'll grow in the ghetto living second-rate
Gm
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
Gm
The places you play and where you stay
Gm
Looks like one great big alleyway
Gm
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Gm
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Gm
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
Gm
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Gm
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Gm
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
Gm
You say "I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool"
Gm
But then you wind up dropping outta high school
Gm
Now you're unemployed, all null and void
Gm
Walking round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Gm
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Gm
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Gm
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Gm
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Gm
Being used and abused to serve like hell
Gm
Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
Gm
It was plain to see that your life was lost
Gm
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
Gm
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Gm
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so
[Chorus]
Gm
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Gm
I'm trying not to lose my head
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under