Jungle

Parcels for the kids, the parcel bombs were
Left in bins... They were singing hymns and
Rattling tins. A hand stretched out and
Caught him, knocked him through a window.

And they were fingering his coat, looking
For the price tag. Took his fags. Shook his
Wallet. Stripped him of his shoes. Left him
Naked - like a mannequin that's bleeding.

A weeping doll without a string to pull.
A shop assistant hauled him to the dump
With all the others.
Struck a match and up they went!
Only brave men make it in the jungle!



Credits
Writer(s): Leon Harris, Liam Black, Daniel Arnold, Oliver Nicholas Simmons, Jermaine Joseph Hurley, Benjamin James Marvin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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