Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aaron Brohman
Programming
Gable Price
Vocals
Adam Elizarraraz
Guitar
Cameron Pablo
Guitar
Kyle Neblett
Drums
Zach Luper
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Brohman
Composer
Gable Price
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Brohman
Producer
Gable Price
Vocal Recording Engineer
Mat Mainhard
Mixing Engineer
Mark Parfitt
Engineer
Joe Caldwell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Good luck out there
It's a jungle in the city
You'll get thrown in the ring
Full of hurting people doing terrible things
Good luck out there
It's a jungle in your neighborhood
You'll get buried alive
By the millions of people underneath the skyline
So if the nights get darker
And they get so cold
Wait a minute for me, my darling
I wanna walk you home
And if the nights get longer
And you feel alone
Fathers and mothers
Sisters and brothers
Put your hand on your chest and let your hеartbeat drive
Let your hеartbeat drive
When you're on the rise and you're flyin' high
And the darkness comes and slaps you silly
'Cause it's a jungle, a jungle in the city
Good luck out there
There are terrors in the neon signs
And in the traffic lights
There are beasts there waiting to meet you
Between the broken homes and the one-way roads
And the useless use of small talk
I saw the devil walking on the crosswalk
And he looked me in the eye
So when the nights get darker
And they get so cold
You have nothing to prove and less to lose
So put your hand on your chest and let your heartbeat drive
Let your heartbeat drive
When you're on the rise and you're flyin' high
And the darkness comes and slaps you silly
'Cause it's a jungle, a jungle in the city
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Writer(s): Gable Price, Aaron Brhoman
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