Lyrics Howard Jones

Howard Jones

Law of the Jungle

Law of the jungle only the fit survive.

Better make your life your own, do the survival jive.

There are no answers, words are Cul-de-sac

And the pity with actions... difficult turning back

Don't give a thought about those lucky dice

paranoid thoughts of worldly vice

The big thumb it never rests on you

Anything you want lies here for you...

Takes a bit of time, means a bit of work

Heart will give the sign it'll make me look.

Ain't got a clue why I'm here at all

So while I'm here I'm gonna have it all

Science men won't explain a thing

In this prison my soul must sing.

Don't give a thought about those lucky dice

paranoid thoughts of worldly vice

The big thumb it never rests on you

Anything you want lies here for you...

Takes a bit of time, means a bit of work

Heart will give the sign it'll make me look