Black Label Society - Concrete Jungle lyrics

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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 Step inside and you'll understand Misfits, psychos and twisted slaves The house of the sane No one can be saved Rolling six feet under 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 blackout and then go blind Maniacal blitzkrieged Where the maggots play God Where the souls of the lost come to die The Concrete Jungle It's the well of the damned Step inside and you'll understand Misfits, psychos and twisted slaves The house of the sane No one can be saved Rolling six feet under 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 (Thanks to Michael for these lyrics)