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