Lurking, he knows your face / He waits and bides his time / Mind clocks your every move ’till you step out of line / Stalking streets by night, pushing guns by day / He knows it isn’t right, but he wants to make his name
He’s working harder / Gotta make another, make another martyr
Hide your eyes, they’re moving closer / But you know you’re not allowed to look them in the face / Hide your eyes, ’cause you’re a loser / Before you even start to run, you’ve lost the race
You’ll never know the place until your time has come / It’ll be a sunny day, until his work is done / Doesn′t care what pain you feel, can’t see your mother’s tears / As she counts the cost of the life that’s lost / And twenty wasted years
He thinks he’s smarter / Gone and made another, made another martyr
Hide your eyes, they’re moving closer / But you know you’re not allowed to look them in the face / Hide your eyes, ’cause you’re a loser / Before you even start to run, you’ve lost the race
Who’s the king of the jungle? / Who’s afraid of the jungle? / Who’s the king of the jungle now?
He’s working harder / Gotta make another, make another martyr
Hide your eyes, they’re moving closer / But you know you’re not allowed to look them in the face / Hide your eyes, ’cause you’re a loser / Before you even start to run, you’ve lost the race
Who’s the king of the jungle? / Who’s afraid of the jungle? / Who’s the king of the jungle now?
Hide your eyes, they′re moving closer (Who’s the king of the jungle? Who’s afraid of the jungle? Who’s the king of the jungle now?)
Hide your eyes, ’cause you’re a loser (Who’s the king of the jungle? Who’s afraid of the jungle? Who’s the king of the jungle now?)
[By Keren Woodward – Sara Dallin – Siobhan Fahey – Steve Jolley – Tony Swain © London Records, 1984]