Legendary Pink Dots (The)
Jungle
Parcels for the kids, the parcel bombs wereLeft in bins... They were singing hymns andRattling tins. A hand stretched out andCaught him, knocked him through a window.And they were fingering his coat, lookingFor the price tag. Took his fags. Shook hisWallet. Stripped him of his shoes. Left himNaked - like a mannequin that's bleeding.A weeping doll without a string to pull.A shop assistant hauled him to the dumpWith all the others.Struck a match and up they went!Only brave men make it in the jungle!
From Letras Mania