Intro 1
Gm
Verse 1
Gm
music playing
Interlude 1
Gm
Verse 2
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder how I
keep from going under.
It's like a jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder
how I keep from going 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
Cause a man with a tow truck
repossessed my car
Don't push me cause I'm
close to the edge
Dm Gm
I'm trying not to lose my head
Ha ha ha ha, it's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
how I keep from going under
Standing on the front scoop,
hanging out the window
Watching all the cars go by,
roaring as the breezes blow
A crazy lady living in a bag,
eating out of garbage pails
Used to be a fag hag,
such a dastard tangle
Skipped a life in Dango,
a zircon princess
Seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show,
watchin' all the creeps
So she could tell her stories
to the girls back home
She went to the city
and got so, so sedated
She had to get a pimp,
she couldn't make it on her own
Dm Gm
Don't push me,
cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to lose my head
Ha, 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 going under
My brother's doing fast
on my mother's TV
says you watch it 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 a fight
The bill collectors the ring my phone
and scare my wife when I'm
not home got a bump
Education double -digit inflation
can't take the train to the job.
There's a strike at the station
I'm King Kong standing on my back
can't stop to turn around
broke my sacroiliac
Dm Gm
a mid -range mi graine cancer
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 trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder
how I keep from going under
Dm
It's like a jungle sometimes,
Gm
it makes me wonder
how I keep from going under
Background
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 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
Dm Gm
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 an outlaw,
broke my last past jaw
Hear them say, you want some more?
Living on a seesaw
Dm Gm
Don't push me,
cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Say what?
Dm Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
how I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
how I keep from going under
Dm Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder
how I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder
how I keep from going under
A child is born with no state of mind,
blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you,
but he's frowning too,
because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow up in the ghetto,
living 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 alleyway
Dm Gm
You'll admire all the
number book takers
Thugs, pimps, and pushers,
and the big money makers
Driving big cars,
spending twenties and tens
And you want to grow up to
be just like them
Smugglers, scramblers,
burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, I'm no fool
But then you wind up dropping
out of high school
Now you're unemployed,
all non -void
Walking around like your
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 an undercover fag
Dm Gm
Being used and abused to serve like hell
Till one day you was found
hung dead in a cell
Dm Gm
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, song
Of how you lived so fast
Gm
and died so young
Dm Gm
So don't push me,
Gm
cause I'm close to the edge
Gm
I'm tryin' not to lose my head
Ha ha ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
Gm
It makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Gm
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Yo, Mel, you see that girl, man?
Yeah, man
Yo, that sound like Cowboy, man
What's fool? Yo, what's up, buddy? Yo
Hey, where's Quill and Raheem at,
They upstairs, coolin' out
So what's up for the night, yo?
Yo, we can go down to Fever, man
Go check out Junebuck, man
Hey, yo, you know that girl Betty?
Yeah, man.
My mom got robbed, man.
What? Yeah, man.
She got hurt. I
When did this happen?
All right, freeze.
Don't nobody move nothing.
Y know what this is.
Get him up.
Get him up.
Oh, man.
We down with grab nubs,
the Flash, and the Freemaster.
What is that, a gang?
No, Hey, shut up.
I don't want hear your mouth.
Yo, shut up.
Officer, officer, what's the problem?
Ain't no beautiful problem.
That's my beautiful.
Yo, yo, you ain't got to listen,
Get in the car.
Get in the car.
Outro 1
I said get in the car!
Gm
Verse 1:
Broken glass everywhere!
People pissin on the stairs ya know they jus dont care,
I cant take the smell,
Cant 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 wit a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Chorus:
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to loose my head,uh huh huh huh huh
Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Verse 2:
Standing on the front stoop
Hangin out the window
Watching all the cars go by
Roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles
Used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango
Skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp
She couldnt make it on her own
Chorus:
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to loose my head,uh huh huh huh huh
(Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under) [x2]
Verse 3:
My brothers doing fast on my mothers t.v.
Says she watches to much..is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime
Dallas at night
Cant even see the game or the sugar ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when Im not home
Got a bum education
Double-digit inflation
Cant take the train to the job theres a strike at the station
Me on king kong standin on my back
Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear I might
Hijack a plane!
Chorus:
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to loose my head
(Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under) [x2]
Traducción literaria al español — fiel al sentimiento del autor, no es cantable.
Verso 1:
¡Vidrios rotos por todos lados!
Gente meando en las escaleras, ya saben que no les importa nada,
No aguanto el olor,
No aguanto el ruido,
No tengo plata para mudarme,
Supongo que no me queda otra
Ratas en el frente, cucarachas en el fondo
Drogadictos en el callejón con un bate de béisbol
Intenté escapar, pero no llegué lejos
Porque el del camión de remolque me embargó el auto
Coro:
No me empujés, que estoy al borde del abismo
Trato de no perder la cabeza, uh huh huh huh huh
Es como una jungla a veces, me hace preguntarme
Cómo hago para no hundirme
Verso 2:
Parada en la entrada del edificio
Asomada por la ventana
Mirando pasar todos los autos
Rugiendo mientras sopla la brisa
Una loca, viviendo con una bolsa
Comiendo de la basura
Antes andaba con un ambiente diferente
Busca y prueba un tango
Se salta la vida y después va
A buscar un príncipe y perder el último sentido
En el peep show, mirando a todos los pervertidos
Para poder contarles historias a las chicas del pueblo
Llegó a la ciudad y se volvió tan tan tan loca
Tuvo que conseguir un proxeneta
No podía sola
Coro:
No me empujés, que estoy al borde del abismo
Trato de no perder la cabeza, uh huh huh huh huh
(Es como una jungla a veces, me hace preguntarme
Cómo hago para no hundirme) [x2]
Verso 3:
Mi hermano pasa el día frente a la tele de mi madre
Dice que ella ve demasiado... que no es sano
Mis hijos de día
Dallas de noche
Ni puedo ver el partido ni la pelea de Sugar Ray
Los cobradores me llaman por teléfono
Y le asustan a mi mujer cuando no estoy
Tuve una educación de mierda
Inflación de dos dígitos
No puedo tomar el tren al trabajo porque hay una huelga en la estación
Con el peso del mundo aplastándome la espalda
No puedo parar ni girarme, me rompí el sacroilíaco
Frecuencias medias, migraña, membranas destruidas
A veces creo que me estoy volviendo loco, juro que podría
¡Secuestrar un avión!
Coro:
No me empujés, que estoy al borde del abismo
Trato de no perder la cabeza
(Es como una jungla a veces, me hace preguntarme
Cómo hago para no hundirme) [x2]
Traducción literaria al italiano — fiel al sentimiento del autor, no es cantable.
Verso 1:
Vetri rotti ovunque!
Gente che piscia sulle scale, sai che non gliene frega niente,
Non riesco a sopportare l'odore,
Non riesco il rumore,
Non ho soldi per andarmene,
Credo di non avere scelta
Topi nel salotto, scarafaggi in fondo
Tossici nel vicolo con una mazza da baseball
Ho provato a scappare, ma non sono andato lontano
Perché l'uomo col carro attrezzi mi ha portato via la macchina
Ritornello:
Non spingermi, perché sono sull'orlo
Sto cercando di non perdere la testa, uh huh huh huh huh
È come una giungla a volte, mi fa chiedere
Come faccio a non andare a fondo
Verso 2:
In piedi sul gradino davanti
Appesa alla finestra
A guardare le macchine che passano
Rombando mentre soffia la brezza
Donna pazza, che vive in un sacco
Mangiando dai mucchi di spazzatura
Era solita stare con i gay
Cerca e prova un tango
Salta la vita e poi va
A cercare un principe per perdere gli ultimi sensi
Giù al peepshow, a guardare tutti gli squallidi
Così può raccontare le storie alle ragazze a casa
È andata in città ed è diventata così così così frivola
Ha dovuto trovare un magnaccia
Non riusciva a farcela da sola
Ritornello:
Non spingermi, perché sono sull'orlo
Sto cercando di non perdere la testa, uh huh huh huh huh
(È come una giungla a volte, mi fa chiedere
Come faccio a non andare a fondo) [x2]
Verso 3:
Mio fratello fa il furbo sulla tv di mia madre
Lei dice che guarda troppo, non fa bene alla salute
All My Children di giorno
Dallas di notte
Non riesco nemmeno a vedere la partita o il match di Sugar Ray
I recuperatori crediti mi suonano il telefono
E spaventano mia moglie quando non sono a casa
Ho avuto un'istruzione di serie B
Inflazione a doppia cifra
Non posso prendere il treno per andare al lavoro, c'è uno sciopero alla stazione
Come King Kong con il peso sulla schiena
Non riesco a fermarmi, mi sono rotto il sacroiliaco
Frequenze medie, emicrania, membrane consumate
A volte penso di stare impazzendo, giuro che potrei
Dirottare un aereo!
Ritornello:
Non spingermi, perché sono sull'orlo
Sto cercando di non perdere la testa
(È come una giungla a volte, mi fa chiedere
Come faccio a non andare a fondo) [x2]
Traducción literaria al portugués — fiel al sentimiento del autor, no es cantable.
Verso 1:
Vidro quebrado por todo lado!
Povo mijando na escada, sabe que não tá nem aí,
Não aguento mais o cheiro,
Nem o barulho,
Sem dinheiro pra me mudar,
Acho que não tenho escolha
Rato na sala, barata no fundo
Viciado no beco com um taco de baseball
Tentei fugir daqui, mas não fui longe
Porque o cara do guincho tomou meu carro
Refrão:
Não me empurra, tô na beira do abismo
Tentando não perder a cabeça, uh huh huh huh huh
É como uma selva às vezes, me faz pensar
Como eu consigo não afundar
Verso 2:
Parado na soleira da porta
Debruçado na janela
Vendo os carros passar
Rugindo enquanto a brisa sopra
Louca morando numa sacola
Comendo no lixo
Antes era diferente
Vai e vem sem rumo
Pula essa vida e segue
Em busca de um príncipe pra ver os últimos sentidos
Lá no peepshow, observando os tarados
Pra poder contar histórias pras amigas de casa
Foi pra cidade e ficou tão tão tão perdida
Teve que arrumar um cafetão
Não conseguia se virar sozinha
Refrão:
Não me empurra, tô na beira do abismo
Tentando não perder a cabeça, uh huh huh huh huh
(É como uma selva às vezes, me faz pensar
Como eu consigo não afundar) [x2]
Verso 3:
Meu irmão ligado na TV da minha mãe
Diz que ela assiste demais, não faz bem à saúde
Novela de dia
Dallas à noite
Nem consigo ver o jogo ou a luta do Sugar Ray
Cobrador me liga no telefone
Assusta minha esposa quando não tô em casa
Tive uma educação furada
Inflação nas alturas
Não posso pegar o trem pro trampo, tá em greve na estação
Com um peso enorme nas minhas costas
Sem poder parar, machuquei o sacroilíaco
Tensão, enxaqueca, mente destruída
Às vezes acho que tô enlouquecendo, juro que
Sou capaz de sequestrar um avião!
Refrão:
Não me empurra, tô na beira do abismo
Tentando não perder a cabeça
(É como uma selva às vezes, me faz pensar
Como eu consigo não afundar) [x2]