Concrete Jungle Songtext
von Black Label Society
Concrete Jungle Songtext
The freaks in the streets, the nuns with the shotguns
The graves rolling 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 and then you′ll understand
Misfits, psychos and the twisted slaves
The house of the sane, no one can be saved
Rolling six feet under, rolling
Rolling six feet under, rolling
Rolling six feet under, roll and keep on rolling
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die
Another day to bleed, another day to die
Another day to blackout and then go blind
Maniacal blitzkrieg where the maggots play God
Where the souls of the lost come to die
The concrete jungle, it's the well of the damned
Once you step inside and then you'll understand
Misfits, psychos and the twisted slaves
The house of the sane, no one can be saved
Rolling six feet under, rolling
Rolling six feet under, rolling
Rolling six feet under, roll and keep on rolling
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die
The graves rolling 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 and then you′ll understand
Misfits, psychos and the twisted slaves
The house of the sane, no one can be saved
Rolling six feet under, rolling
Rolling six feet under, rolling
Rolling six feet under, roll and keep on rolling
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die
Another day to bleed, another day to die
Another day to blackout and then go blind
Maniacal blitzkrieg where the maggots play God
Where the souls of the lost come to die
The concrete jungle, it's the well of the damned
Once you step inside and then you'll understand
Misfits, psychos and the twisted slaves
The house of the sane, no one can be saved
Rolling six feet under, rolling
Rolling six feet under, rolling
Rolling six feet under, roll and keep on rolling
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die once again
No one gets out
Get ready to die
Writer(s): Zachary Wylde Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
