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Join the crowd of leeches Outcast of the world Gathered are the species All the misfits of the earth The subhuman nation Terrifying scene Second hand civilisation Violent in extreme All are we covered by blackened clouds See how we rot from the inside and out Hold on to yourself... Stick to your guns, law of the jungle The truth here is worse than the lie All numb, hearts made of steel Fear for your life, 'cause the violent tribe is for real Culture of destruction Dead society Never turn your back 'Cause you don't know your enemy Chaos and disorder Like a third world war Blood flows like water In this stinking sour Out here where life is worth nothing to some Down in the gutter your second to none Never close your eyes, don't close your eyes... Stick to your guns, law of the jungle The truth here is worse than the lie All numb, hearts made of steel Fear for your life, 'cause the violent tribe is for real Among this scum in this miserable slum you're alone You cannot run, you cannot escape, there's no getaway There ain't no sanctuary, there's no relief, no way out of here Children of aggression Twenty first century trash A terror vision In your face, in your face Kill for no reason and show no remorse Brothers in treason reject from the laws Hold your spirit high... Stick to your guns, law of the jungle The truth here is worse than the lie All numb, hearts made of steel Fear for your life, 'cause the violent tribe is for real ...The truth here is worse than the lie All numb, hearts made of steel Fear for your life, fight to survive, 'cause the violent tribe is for real |