TheMessage

The Message - Grandmaster Flash

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

Broken glass everywhere

People pissin' on the stairs you know they just don't care

I can't take the smell 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

'Cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head

Uh huh ha ha ha

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window

Watchin' all the cars go by roarin' as the breezes blow

Crazy lady livin' in a bag

Eatin' outta garbage pails used to be a fag hag

Said she'll dance the tango skip the light fandango

A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses

Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps

So she can tell her 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

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head

Uh huh ha ha ha

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

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

A mid-range migraine cancered membrane

Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane

I swear I might hijack a plane

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

My son said Daddy I don't wanna go to school

'Cuz the teacher's a jerk he must think I'm a fool

And all the kids smoke ** I think it'd be cheaper

If I just got a job learned to be a street sweeper

Or dance to the beat shuffle my feet

Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps

'Cuz it's all about money ain't a damn thing funny

You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey