Pretty Maids

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