King of the Jungle – Bananarama – letras

Lurking, he knows your faceHe waits and bides his timeMind clocks your every move’Till you step out of lineStalking streets by nightPushing guns by dayHe knows it isn’t rightBut he wants to make his nameHe’s working harderGotta make another, make another martyr(chorus)Hide your eyesThey’re moving closerBut you know you’re not allowed to look them in the faceHide your eyesCos’ you’re the loserBefore you even start to run you’ve lost the raceYou’ll never know the placeUntil your time has comeIt’ll be a sunny dayUntil his work is doneDoesn’t care what pain you feelCan’t see your mother’s tearsAs she counts the cost of the life that’s lostAnd twenty wasted yearsHe thinks he’s smarterGone and made another, made another martyr(chorus)He’s working harderGotta make another, make another martyr(chorus)Hide your eyesThey’re moving closerHide your eyesCos’ you’re the loser