Letra da Música: Concrete Jungle - Zakk Wylde & Black Label Society

Concrete Jungle

The freaks in the streets, the nuns with the shotguns
the grave's rollin' 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 then you'll understand
misfits, pyschos, and the twisted slaves
the house of the sane, no one can be saved

Rolling six feet under, rollin'
Rolling six feet under, rollin'
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 black-out, and then go blind
Maniacal blitzkreiged where the maggots play god
the souls of the lost have come to die

The concrete jungle is the well of the damned
once you step inside then you'll understand
misfits, pyschos, and the twisted slaves
the house of the sane, no one can be saved

Rolling six feet under, rollin'
Rolling six feet under, rollin'
Rolling six feet under
Roll and keep on rollin'

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 once again
No one gets out, they're ready to die

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 once again
No one gets out, they're ready to die