Concrete Jungle - Black Label Society

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