Back on the streets again, ZOGs dungeon couldn't hold me forever. Did they think that their mind games would break me, break my will, the the stairway to heaven. I've been thinking about so many things, the nations future how the whole thing stinks, direct action is the only way, a better life, start it today.
It's a jungle out there, we're having a ball. It's kill or be killed, oh the thrill of it all.
Met by brothers at he prison gates, a night of celebration, revolution will wait, for the night becomes morning. And the plans have been made, target selected, quartermaster paid. Come the evening we walk into the night, staying in the shadows, we soldiers of the right. Balaclavas, eyes that want a war, crash into the squat, it's day of the sword.
It's a jungle out there, we're having a ball. It's kill or be killed, oh the thrill of it all.
What on earth has brought me to this, my country's burned, it's my last wish to fight for change and if I fall, all gave some, some gave all. What on earth has brought me to this, my country's burned, it's my last wish to fight for change and if I fall, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom.
It's a jungle out there, we're having a ball. It's kill or be killed, oh the thrill of it all.
Next morning sat watching the news, police are saying that they're looking for clues. They're at the scene of a savage attack, not much to go on, just 6 men in black. The next few days I keep my face from the sun, the clothes are burned and I've hidden my gun. In my heart I know there is no other way, we must live to fight another day.
It's a jungle out there, we're having a ball. It's kill or be killed, oh the thrill of it all. It's a jungle out there, we're having a ball. It's kill or be killed, oh the thrill of it all.