Two little babies born in the middle of a jungle Only Trying to survive and not to get shot down Oh, they say 'that cannot be', as they reach for the top of the trees Not knowing what’s going on
All my friends are dead and gone Well come on Survive…I’ll survive on my own All my friends are dead and gone Well come on Survive
Two little babies born in the middle of Brooklyn Well they're Trying to survive and not to get shot down Oh, they say 'that cannot be', as they reach for the top of the trees Not knowing what’s going on