[DMS]

Jungle Book

The kind of killers who throat-cut for the laugh of it.
Hiding in the underbrush with a hatchet gripped.
Guns with a hair trigger, hunting the rabbit-ish.
It’s gorilla warfare. We bust with banana clips.
We just use bare necessities, a jungle society.
With heavy days and nights.
We may be coming up silently, so you better play it right.
Machetes take your life with a touch of anxiety.
We stumble, but quietly where the trees block the sun.
The one rule is don’t be on the run.
You can fear, but you’ll die if the enemy know that.
We’re all scared, but us you’ll never see show it.