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In the shadow of the concrete giants |
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Got to live there from day to day |
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Grey cold houses have been there for too long |
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Hear the voices of the kids'sad song [Chorus:] |
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In our city grows a bomb |
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In this wasteland they've bred a new age |
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Crammed together like rats in a cage |
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They've built a time bomb that is running fast |
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Use their ****ing coencrete to plug up their arses |
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It's the place where you're at home |
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Have grown and where you roam |
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Hell, how you hate this town - this |
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Concrete jungle |
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Got nowhere else to go |
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Looks like this anyhow |
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Has transformed in a ghetto - this concrete jungle |
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The streets look desolate |
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And decay has set in there yet |
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Oh what a dreary sight - this concrete jungle |
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Their dreams of progress |
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But the empty shells remained |
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Where the now lodge our kind - this concrete jungle |
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It's a wastland of our days |
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Where crime and aggro rise |
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That's a fact they face - this concrete jungle |
