Concrete Jungle

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



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Wylde
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