Survival Of The Fittest -it's A Jungle Out There


He hides in his suit like a snake in the grass 
His sales pitch fork tongue hissed 
Now the wolves wear their name tags they are hunting in packs 
Herding their prey up the aisles and back 
They're smiling 
Their teeth are showing 

While the doctors and lawyers like vultures descend 
They swoop down to the scene of the car accident 
To pick the victims to pieces then 
There is the sly fox makes his money 
Telescamming notch babies 
He says the end is near buy my policy 
I'll make you young again 
I'll make you young again 

Take the cash from my hand 
Hear the register sing 
And the roar of the lion logo on the screen 
He's hungry 
I should buy some popcorn 
So I exit the dark feeling blind in the sun 
And the bobcats look tired they ate their fill of asphalt 
Because we need more parking 
With so many rows 

Up at the pulpit rams and bugs 
The news cameras capture guerilla warfare 
Eagles into buildings crash 
Landed despair is all that there is now 

In a cubical cage that smells like a rat 
Whose smile gets bigger along with your debt 
Don't take it personal its just business