Concrete Jungle - Black Label Society
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Concrete Jungle Lyrics
The freaks in the streets, the nuns with the shot gun
The graves rollin' by your side
Survival of the fittest and there ain't no pity
No one gets out aliveIn the concrete jungle, it's the well of the damned
Put your step inside and you'll understand
Misfits, psychos and the twisted slaves
The house of the sane, no one can be savedRolling six feet under rollin'
Rolling six feet under rollin'
Rolling six feet under rollin'
Keep on rollingNo one gets out, they're ready to die once again
No one gets out, they're ready to dieAnother day to bleed, another day to die
Another day to blackout and then go blind
Maniacal, Blitzkrieged where the maggots play God
Where the souls of the lost come to dieThe concrete jungle, it's the well of the damned
Once you step inside and you'll understand
Misfits, psychos and the twisted slaves
The house of the sane, no one can be savedRolling six feet under rollin'
Rolling six feet under rollin'
Rolling six feet under rollin'
Keep on rollingNo 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 dieNo 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
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