Strangers On A Train The Jungle Is My Home
Sweep aside the rusted leaves
The cobwebs and the dreams
Wade ashore through shallows of gore
Where all is as bad as it seems
Through vines that hang like rotted guts
And unheard pleads in the air
The wind is thick with the breath of the sick
And the damaged beyond repair
All at once a choir will pounce
Out of the mire and squeal
With voices cracked and words that attack
All sense and reason
Damn your comfort - We're the strumpets
The drunkards who burned down Rome
We're the hellspawn that bid you welcome
The jungle is our home
Damn your comfort - We're the strumpets
The drunkards who burned down Rome
In this squallor, we'll make you holler
"The jungle is my home!"
Clawmarks on the sodden ground
Bulletholes in the sky
And with the rain comes a dread refrain
One word in a slow whisper, "Why?"
All at once a choir will pounce
Out of the mire and squeal
With voices cracked and words that attack
All sense and reason
Damn your comfort - We're the strumpets
The drunkards who burned down Rome
We're the hellspawn that bid you welcome
The jungle is our home
Damn your comfort - We're the strumpets
The drunkards who burned down Rome
In this squallor, we'll make you holler
"The jungle is my home!"
