In The Jungle

Hold on To the walls and pray Ground starts To bend and break Falling Sloshing on our face Drunkards feel drunker than their younger days In the jungle In the jungle In the jungle Hold on To da words of yesterday How it Bends and it breaks Falling Sloshing on our face Jokers feel joker than their younger days In the jungle In the jungle In the jungle Sad man sitting on the edge of a dream Gone batshit crazy, he's screaming at his feet Ominous vision in his head, he's gone real weak And in the wake of the dead he's yelling like Paul Revere (oh dear, oh dear, oh) In the jungle In the jungle In the jungle