Friday, March 21, 2008

jungle fever

Jungle fever
heats the air,
pimps and prostitutes
everywhere

Savages dancing
in the streets;
it's that jungle fever
it's the savage beat.

There's no training
just watch T. V..
see the horror on the
T. V.. screen

The clever lies
and hidden deceit
the enemy
is every-one you meet

Savage fever
in the streets
buy some smoke..
Ya, dance the beat.

Empty eyes,
hollow hearts,
people sold,
sometimes in parts.

Sweat-stained stink,
dirty sheets,
making love
to anyone she meets;

Empty eyes,
blackened hearts
sell your body
and empty your heart.

Jungle fever,
Jungle heat,
the price is money,
what's sold is meat.

Sell your soul
to feel fine,
and hope tomorrow
that you ain't alive.


J U N G L E F E V E R urban life

Jungle fever,
savage beat,
buy some pussy,
buy some meat.

It doesn't matter
what you do
if they get caught
they'll blame it on you.

Jungle madness
mindless glares,
drugs for feeling,
but drugs don't care;

See the city
on the T. V. screen,
technicolor
makes the blood look clean.

City fever,
prisons there,
people hidden
who once cared;

Locked -- in--to -- houses
locked out,
all the care

It's a savage fever
Everywhere
Everywhere
Everywhere

It's in the cities
It's in the land
It's a time of darkness
when evil expands

We hate the light
by-pass the truth
what's ever easy
must be good for you

Look around
it's everywhere
it's so thick
you can cut the air

Painted smiles..
empty eyes
hidden evil loves disguises

It's just a game
there are no rules
if you care
they call you a fool

What's good is bad
what's bad is cool.
The eye's go empty
as the heart grows cruel

The new age of darkness
hidden deceit;
money is power
and people are meat.

Sell your soul
to feel fine;
and hope tomorrow
that you ain't alive
you ain't alive

Ain't alive
you just ain't alive
you ain't alive
ain't alive




PST*O

Cp wrt-84

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