Lyrics Black Label Society

Black Label Society

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

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