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CRYING IN THE JUNGLE

lyrics: J. Morse © 1984

God's eyes view the scene
Watch the world go 'round
Everything seems so small
All your hopes have drowned
   A social revolution
   Nothing stays the same
   The final contribution to
   The historical game
Teenage life is out
On the viewing screens
All those in authority
Package youthful dreams
   They shove across the counter
   Pre-programmed existence
   No one cares, but still
   They press on with such persistence
   Pressure and insistence
   Always so consistent
   "Here's the way you want to live today. . ."
Has anybody ever heard of a concept they call freedom
No one wants their choices made for them, but no one else believes them
They try to foist their own choice on the young, do they even see them
Does anybody hear the voice of restless youth
   Crying in the jungle?

Work for the things they need
A little cash and education
Try to get the attention of
A cruel, unfeeling nation
   The people who can help them
   The press and politicians
   Won't listen to the angry crowd
   No heed to their decisions
   Startled by their own precision
   And their sharpened, clearer visions
   That pave the way for more of yesterday. . .
Has anybody ever heard of a concept they call freedom
No one wants their choices made for them, but no one else believes them
They try to foist their own choice on the young, do they even see them
Does anybody hear the voice of restless youth
   Crying in the jungle?

Has anybody ever heard of a concept they call freedom
No one wants their choices made for them, but no one else believes them
They try to foist their own choice on the young, do they even see them
Does anybody hear the voice of restless youth
   Crying in the jungle?