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
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
Översättning: Black Label Society. Concrete Jungle.
Översättning: Information Society. 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
Did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday? The lunatic, the hypocrite are all lost in the fray Can't you see their lives are just like yours?
sound? (Runaway, runaway slave) Chapter two of every black man's diary Drugs and diseases, put in our society Kill another brother and it's bravery
up against tha wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellin' you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill
days I could strip to my soul And go for a dip in the old swimming hole A symbol of our great and affluent society Interstate 90 fulfillment of our goals
sell out, that means I?m copping to a lesser charge And whenever there?s a will, baby There?s a way Each one, teach one - I always say The murder rate is rising, 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 money
, who`s to blame for erasing an entire society? The crushing shockwave, man`s plutonium implosion, wounding the surface like a dying prey. Black carbonised concrete
Open your eyes - what do you see? A world in ruins and a corrupt society Is this how our future will be? Masstarvation and sicknesses - reality! Unified
charm! you're trying to run us all into the ground to, be swallowed by the soil and trapped by the rain.. in your concrete garden of falseness! you shout
Life in the trees Reflections seen in mango leaves No more spaceships for me I'm landed in with my very own Babbon society Eating the bark and
Ital Joe: Life in the streets ain't easy All I see is pain and misery I kneel and pray for the betrayed Strength and protection to survive in the society
