Black Label Society : Concrete Jungle
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1. CONCRETE JUNGLE
The freaks in the streets
The nuns with the shotguns
The graves rolling by your side
Survival to the fittest
And there ain't no puty
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 the 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 the 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
2. BLACK MASS REVERENDS
Deathbent
Warped mind
Tripped out
Out of line
Bodycount rise again
Sick and hellbent
Broke and twisted
The end isn't far behind
Black mass reverends
Black mass reverends
Hate machine
Destroy all you seek
Kill and rape
Trample the weak
Never ending stream of fear
Sick and hellbent
For the end is near
Black mass reverends
Black mass reverends
The freaks in the streets
The nuns with the shotguns
The graves rolling by your side
Survival to the fittest
And there ain't no puty
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 the 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 the 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
2. BLACK MASS REVERENDS
Deathbent
Warped mind
Tripped out
Out of line
Bodycount rise again
Sick and hellbent
Broke and twisted
The end isn't far behind
Black mass reverends
Black mass reverends
Hate machine
Destroy all you seek
Kill and rape
Trample the weak
Never ending stream of fear
Sick and hellbent
For the end is near
Black mass reverends
Black mass reverends
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