Hold on to the walls and pray
Ground starts to bend and break
Falling, sloshing on our face
Drunkards feel drunker than their younger days
In the jungle
In the jungle
In the jungle
Hold on to da words of yesterday
How it bends and it breaks
Falling, sloshing on our face
Jokers feel joker than their younger days
In the jungle
In the jungle
In the jungle
Sad man sitting on the edge of a tree
Gone batshit crazy, he's screaming at his feet
Ominous vision in his head, he's gone real weak
And in the wake of the dead he's yelling like Paul Revere
(oh dear, oh dear, oh)
In the jungle
In the jungle
In the jungle