Zakk Wylde
Zakk Wylde - Concrete Jungle lyrics
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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 Rollin Rolling Six feet under Rollin Rolling Six feet under Roll and keep on rollin! 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 Manical 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 Rollin Rolling Six feet under Rollin 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