Gone Jackals (The)

Barrel Of Crabs
I was born there, before I knew better Went to school there, but learned to avoid that Fell in love there, but love couldn't thrive there Picked it up, and I left it behind, said Man, alive Get me out of this barrel of crabs Most our homes were depressed by division What passed for friendship, was really protection Any work there, disolved into trouble Ate me up, living life on the bubble, said Man, alive Get me out of this barrel of crabs Everytime I'd gain some ground, another man's scheme would just pull me back down Everytime I spied the top, the next poor sucker's there to give me the drop Man, alive Get me out of this barrel of crabs I said, man, alive Get me out of this barrel of crabs Man, alive Get me out of this barrel of crabs From Letras Mania