****(Jungle Law)

Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees
 Some signifying hack is scratching backs for fleas
 Putting on their bad mouths for poor little me
 Spreading ugly lies 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 malitious dirt
 Having reread the words and wiped the blood from my shirt
 When I found him he was sitting high up in a tree
 With one bloody 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 grey 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