**** (Jungle Law)

Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees
Some signifying hack was scratching backs for fleas
Putting on the badmouth on poor little me
Spreading ugly untruths like some horrible disease, ugh!

He said that I said what I never did said
That I said that it's red, that it's over your head
Ask me a question, then print a lie
I canceled all appointments having vowed that he will die
So I went to find the source of this malicious dirt
Having reread 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, oh!

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 is my name, I let him go back to the trees
And straight away the poison's flowing clearly from the keys

The sky is grey, 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 obituary
And it's just four stars where the name oughta be