**** (Jungle Law)

Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees

Some signifying hack was scratching backs for fleas

Putting on their bad mouths on poor little me

Spreading ugly [Incomprehensible] like it's some horrible disease

He said that I said what I never did said

But I said that it's rare that it's over your head

Ask me a question, then print a lie

I cancelled all appointments having vowed that he will die

So I went to find the source of this malicious dirt

Having re-read the words and washed the blood from my shirt

When I found him he was sitting high up in a tree

With one dirty finger on a typewriter key

Sky is gray and the grass unseen

And you're the dumbest **** this city's ever seen

He was laughing, shaking, high up in a tree

But then he lost his balance and he fell down on his knees

So I leapt on that mother, my anger to appease

When I grabbed him by the throat, he said, "Oh, spare me please"

Sure as gullible as my name, I let him go back to the trees

And straight away the poisons flowing freely from the keys

The sky is gray and the grass unseen

And he's still the dumbest **** this concrete jungle's ever seen

That mother he was laughing, bathing in the heat

But then he slipped again and landed in the street

Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees

Nobody's seen that mother high in the fleas

But there's a new one in the obituaries

And it shows four stars where the name oughta be