Survival of the Fittest / It's a Jungle Out There

He hides in his suit like
Like a snake in the grass
his sales pitch fork tongue hissed
The wolves wear their name tags, they're hunting in packs
herding their prey up the aisles and back, they're smiling
their teeth are showing
And the doctors and lawyers like vultures descend
swoop down to the scene of the car accident
to pick the
victims to pieces
then there's the sly fox makes his money
telescamming notch babies
he says the end is near
buy my policy
I'll make you young again
I'll make you young again

take the cash from my hand, hear the register sing
and the roar of the lion logo on the screen
he's hungry
I should buy some popcorn
so I exit the dark feeling blind in the sun
and the bobcats look tired, they ate their fill of asphalt
'cause we need more parking
with so many rams and bugs
the news cameras
capture guerilla warfare, eagles into buildings
crash landed despair is all that there is now
in a cubical cage that smells like a rat
whose smile gets bigger along with your debt
don't take it personal, it's just business