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]
GmIt's like a jungle sometimes
GmIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
GmIt's like a jungle sometimes
GmIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
[Verse 1]
GmBroken glass everywhere
GmPeople pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
GmI can't take the smell, can't take the noise
GmGot no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
GmRats in the front room, roaches in the back
GmJunkies in the alley with a baseball bat
GmI tried to get away but I couldn't get far
GmCause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
[Chorus]
GmDon't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
GmI'm trying not to lose my head
GmIt's like a jungle sometimes
GmIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
[Verse 2]
GmStanding on the front stoop hanging out the window
GmWatching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
GmCrazy lady, living in a bag
GmEating out of garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
GmSaid she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
GmA Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
GmDown at the peep show watching all the creeps
GmSo she can tell her stories to the girls back home
GmShe went to the city and got social security
GmShe had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
[Chorus]
GmDon't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
GmI'm trying not to lose my head
GmIt's like a jungle sometimes
GmIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
GmIt's like a jungle sometimes
GmIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
[Verse 3]
GmMy brother's doing bad, stole my mother's TV
GmSays she watches too much, it's just not healthy
GmAll My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
GmCan't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
GmThe bill collectors, they ring my phone
GmAnd scare my wife when I'm not home
GmGot a bum education, double-digit inflation
GmCan't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
GmNeon King Kong standing on my back
GmCan't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
GmA mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
GmSometimes I think I'm going insane
GmI swear I might hijack a plane!
[Chorus]
GmDon't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
GmI'm trying not to lose my head
GmIt's like a jungle sometimes
GmIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
GmIt's like a jungle sometimes
GmIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
[Interlude]
[Verse 4]
GmMy son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
Gm'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
GmAnd all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
GmIf I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
GmOr dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
GmWear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Gm'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
GmYou got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
GmThey pushed that girl in front of the train
GmTook her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
GmStabbed that man right in his heart
GmGave him a transplant for a brand new start
GmI can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
GmKeep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
GmI feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
GmHear them say "You want some more?"
GmLiving on a see-saw
[Chorus]
GmDon't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
GmI'm trying not to lose my head
GmIt's like a jungle sometimes
GmIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
GmIt's like a jungle sometimes
GmIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
[Verse 5]
GmA child is born with no state of mind
GmBlind to the ways of mankind
GmGod is smiling on you but he's frowning too
GmBecause only God knows what you'll go through
GmYou'll grow in the ghetto living second-rate
GmAnd your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
GmThe places you play and where you stay
GmLooks like one great big alleyway
GmYou'll admire all the number-book takers
GmThugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
GmDriving big cars, spending twenties and tens
GmAnd you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
GmSmugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
GmPickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
GmYou say "I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool"
GmBut then you wind up dropping outta high school
GmNow you're unemployed, all null and void
GmWalking round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
GmTurned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
GmGot sent up for a eight-year bid
GmNow your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
GmSpend the next two years as a undercover fag
GmBeing used and abused to serve like hell
GmTil one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
GmIt was plain to see that your life was lost
GmYou was cold and your body swung back and forth
GmBut now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
GmOf how you lived so fast and died so young so
[Chorus]
GmDon't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
GmI'm trying not to lose my head
GmIt's like a jungle sometimes
GmIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
GmIt's like a jungle sometimes
GmIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under