The message Songtext

von Mike Peters

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"The Message" von Mike Peters ist ein Song, der die harten und schwierigen Lebensbedingungen in den Städten beschreibt. ...

It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under)

Broken Glass everywhere
People pissing 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 the man with the tow truck repossessed my car

Don't push me

Standing on the front stoop, hanging out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, living in a bag
Eating outta garbage pails used to be a fag hag
Says she danced the tango, skip the light fandango
Was zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show, watching all the creeps so
She could tell the story to the girls back home
She went to the city and got social security
She had to get a pension, she couldn't make it on her own

Don't push me
Close to the edge
I try not to lose my head
Don't push me
Close to the edge
I try not to lose my head
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)

Say what

My brothers doing bad, stole my mothers 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, doubledigit inflation
Can't train to the job, there's a strike at the station
A neon King Kong, standing on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
I think I'm going insane
Swear, I might hijack a plane

So don't push me, I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
So don't push me, 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
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Say what

My son said, "Daddy, I don't want to go to school
Cause the teachers 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
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 run 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 seesaw

Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Say what
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Say what
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 go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The place that you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number book-takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
You wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scrambler, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers, even panhandlers
You say "I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool"
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all nonvoid
Walking around 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
Being 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

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

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

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

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

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