Broken glass everywhere  People pissing on the station  Y'know they just don't care  I can't take the smell  I can't take the noise  I 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 tries to get away but I couldn't get far  Cos a man with a truncheon re-possessed my car    [Chorus:]  Don't push me cos 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    My son said: "Daddy, I don't wanna go to school  Cos the teacher's 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  I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet wear a shirt and tie  And run with the creeps"  Cos it's all about money ain't a damn thing funny  You got to have a car in this land of milk and honey  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'll go through  You'll grow in the ghetto living second rate  And your eyes will see a song of deep hate  The places you play and where you stay  Looks like one great big alleyway    You'll admire all the number book takers  The pimps the pushers and the big money makers  Driving great big cars spending twenties and tens  And you want to grow up to be just like them  Smugglers scramblers burglars gamblers  Pickpocket pedlars even panhandlers  You say I'm cool I'm no fool  But then you end up dropping right outa school    Now you're unemployed null and void  Walking round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd  Turn stick up kid look what you done did  Got sent up for an eight year bid  Being used and abused to serve like hell  Till one day you was found hung dead in the cell