The Message

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