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