Jungle In The City - Gable Price and Friends

Lyrics by：Aaron Brohman/Gable Patrick Price

Composed by：Aaron Brohman/Gable Patrick Price

Produced by：Aaron Brohman/Gable Price

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Good luck out there

It's a jungle in the city you'll get thrown in the ring

Full of hurting people doing terrible things

Good luck out there

It's a jungle in your neighborhood you'll get buried alive

By the millions of people underneath the skyline

So if the nights get darker and they get so cold

Wait a minute for me my darling I wanna walk you home

And if the nights get longer and you feel alone

Fathers and mothers sisters and brothers

Put your hand on your chest and let your heartbeat drive

Let your heartbeat drive

When you're on the rise and you're flying high

And the darkness comes and slaps you silly

'Cause it's a jungle

A jungle in the city

Good luck out there

There are terrors in the neon signs and in the traffic lights

There are beasts there waiting to meet you

Between the broken homes and the one-way roads

And the useless use of small talk

I saw the Devil walking on the crosswalk

And he looked me in the eye

So when the nights get darker and they get so cold

You got nothing to prove and less to lose

So put your hand on your chest and let your heartbeat drive

Let your heartbeat drive

When you're on the rise and you're flying high

And the darkness comes and slaps you silly

'Cause it's a jungle

A jungle in the city

Oh-oh-oh-oh