Текст песни The Message - Gamer's Delight
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
the
baseball
bat
I
tried
to
get
away
but
I
couldn′t
get
far
Cause
a
man
with
a
tow
truck
repossessed
my
car
Don't
push
me
cause
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
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
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!
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
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
Or
dance
to
the
beat,
shuffle
my
feet
Wear
a
shirt
and
tie
and
run
with
the
creeps
Cause
it's
all
about
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
Hear
them
say
"You
want
some
more?"
Livin′
on
a
see-saw
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
called
deep
hate
The
places
you
play
and
where
you
stay
Looks
like
one
great
big
alleyway
You'll
admire
all
the
number-book
takers
Thugs,
pimps
and
pushers
and
the
big
money-makers
Drivin′
big
cars,
spendin′
twenties
and
tens
And
you'll
wanna
grow
up
to
be
just
like
them,
huh
Smugglers,
scramblers,
burglars,
gamblers
Pickpocket
peddlers,
even
panhandlers
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
eight-year
bid
Now
your
manhood
is
took
and
you're
a
Maytag
Spend
the
next
two
years
as
a
undercover
fag
Bein′
used
and
abused
to
serve
like
hell
Til
one
day,
you
was
found
hung
dead
in
the
cell
It
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
It′s
like
a
jungle
sometimes
It
makes
me
wonder
how
I
keep
from
goin'
under
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