Survival Of The Fittest / It's A Jungle Out There

He hides in his suit like
 Like a snake in the grass
 his sales pitch fork tongue hissed
 The wolves wear their name tags, they're hunting in packs
 herding their prey up the aisles and back, they're smiling
 their teeth are showing
 And the doctors and lawyers like vultures descend
 swoop down to the scene of the car accident
 to pick the
 victims to pieces
 then there's 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
 'cause we need more parking
 with so many 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, it's just business