King of the Jungle - Bananarama

Lurking, he knows your face

He waits and bides his time

Mind clocks your every move

'Till you step out of line

Stalking streets by night

Pushing guns by day

He knows it isn’t right

But he wants to make his name

He’s working harder

Gotta make another, make another martyr

(chorus)

Hide your eyes

They’re moving closer

But you know you’re not allowed to look them in the face

Hide your eyes

Cos' you’re the loser

Before you even start to run you’ve lost the race

You’ll never know the place

Until your time has come

It’ll be a sunny day

Until his work is done

Doesn’t care what pain you feel

Can’t see your mother’s tears

As she counts the cost of the life that’s lost

And twenty wasted years

He thinks he’s smarter

Gone and made another, made another martyr

(chorus)

He’s working harder

Gotta make another, make another martyr

(chorus)

Hide your eyes

They’re moving closer

Hide your eyes

Cos' you’re the loser