Grandmaster Flash appreciation thread

Discussion in 'General Off-Topic Chat' started by Taras, Aug 19, 2007.

Aug 19, 2007
  1. Taras
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  2. rest0re

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    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

    Broken glass everywhere
    People pissin' on the stage, 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
    'Cause the man with a tow truck repossessed my car

    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 goin' under

    Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
    Watchin' all the cars go by, rollin' as the breezes blow
    A crazy lady livin' in a bag
    Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
    Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
    A Zircon princess, seemed she 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 '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 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
    I 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 midrange migraine cancered membrane
    Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

    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 goin' under

    My son said, "Daddy, I don't want to 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'd dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
    Wear a shirt and tie, and run with the creeps"
    'Cause it's all about the 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 the 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 a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
    Hittin' 'em and sayin', "You want some more," livin' on a seesaw

    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 goin' 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 ghetto livin' 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 alley way
    You'll admire all the number book takers
    Thugs, pimps and pushers, and the big money makers
    Drivin' big cars, spendin' 20s and 10s
    And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
    Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
    Pick-pocket, peddlers, even pan handlers
    You say, "I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool"
    But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
    Now you're unemployed, all non-void
    Walkin' 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
    Turned Stick-Up Kid, but look what you done did
    Got sent up for a 8-year bid
    Now you're manhood is took, and you're a Maytag
    Spend the next two years as a undercover f@#
    Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
    Till one day you was found hung dead in the cell
    It's 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 tryin' not to lose my head, huh, huh, huh, huh

    It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
    How I keep from goin' under, huh, uh, huh, huh, huh, huh
    It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
    How I keep from goin' under
     

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