Concrete Jungle
Concrete Jungle
The freaks in the streets, the nuns with the shotguns
the grave's rollin' by your side
Survival of the fittest and there ain't no pity
no one gets out alive
In the concrete jungle it's the well of the damned
once you step inside then you'll understand
misfits, pyschos, and the twisted slaves
the house of the sane, no one can be saved
Rolling six feet under, rollin'
Rolling six feet under, rollin'
Rolling six feet under
Roll and keep on rolling
No one gets out, they're ready to die once again
No one gets out, they're ready to die
Another day to bleed, another day to die
Another day to black-out, and then go blind
Maniacal blitzkreiged where the maggots play god
the souls of the lost have come to die
The concrete jungle is the well of the damned
once you step inside then you'll understand
misfits, pyschos, and the twisted slaves
the house of the sane, no one can be saved
Rolling six feet under, rollin'
Rolling six feet under, rollin'
Rolling six feet under
Roll and keep on rollin'
No one gets out, they're ready to die once again
No one gets out, they're ready to die once again
No one gets out, they're ready to die once again
No one gets out, they're ready to die
No one gets out, they're ready to die once again
No one gets out, they're ready to die once again
No one gets out, they're ready to die once again
No one gets out, they're ready to die
