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
streets, the nuns with the shot gun The graves rollin' by your side Survival of the fittest and there ain't no pity No one gets out alive In the concrete
Übersetzung: Black Label Society. Concrete Jungle.
Übersetzung: Informationsgesellschaft. Concrete Jungle.
Running blind to satisfy believing that we life forever and forget about the next suprise causing us into a stormy weather While taking everything granted
up against tha wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill me
the streets at an early age Watch for police Don't come home (why) 'Coz mammas acting crazy At the hospital 'Bout to have another baby Like the rose from concrete
Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished The underground railroad on an uprise This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough lies I told em fight back, attack on society
the street boy Who is the worlds enemy? That athlete or entertainer Who rose from the concrete streets of the ghetto Avoids the pit falls and trappings of society
mi overstand well how somebody flee flee When mi sit by di riverside feelin free When mi chat about situation wit mi bredda A'Still mi livin inna concrete
blood (from your cheek to the floor) Watch you cry blood (from your cheek to the floor) Watch... There's something wrong with me, yea desperately wrong Sirens set go, burning in concrete
stop my running Down into the concrete.... I flee I can't feel their baton blows The pain is in my head (I'm the black ship of society) I plunge my nails
every second counts if you blink you can die (too late) would you kill for your freedom in society or would you let a cocksucker put you beneath that concrete
nine in a row, swear if you must keeping your boots on, float with the now, hot to the touch concrete underground, cast out everyday, the dregs of society
: They want your mind and your body But they don't understand And don't care much about it Gotta work for your country Society's built on concrete and
My Heart Is Open Hopin' For A Change But I' Still A Killer Inside I Feel It In My Viens Ain't Got The Stength To Rise Up Out This Concrete Battlefield
