| Song | Concrete Slave |
| Artist | SOiL |
| Album | Throttle Junkies |
| 作曲 : Glass, King, McCombs, Zadel | |
| Sitting back...behind a power desk | |
| Assuming control | |
| Walls...with doors shut | |
| Like a newly caged fool | |
| Scream aloud...did you wish this life | |
| Did your choice of cards unfold... | |
| NOTell me there's no more rebels here | |
| In search of freedom your caught | |
| In a blinded stare | |
| Tell me there's no more rebels heresearch inside for a....friend | |
| Building block...where we could stand | |
| Was this in the name of your god | |
| Now...have you forgot | |
| How it feels to be so alive | |
| Hey man..is your fave a friend | |
| Is the rat race your in ever gonna end... | |
| NOTell me there's no more rebels here | |
| In search of freedom you caught in a blinded stare | |
| If you cut yourself will you... | |
| Bleed from fear or bleed with pride | |
| Gonna show the world ain't right | |
| Stand up force the hand | |
| Don't breathe the breath of the concrete...clave | |
| Walls...within you live your ligecan you feel them squeezing you in... | |
| TWO[PRE-CHORUS][CHORUS] |
| zuò qǔ : Glass, King, McCombs, Zadel | |
| Sitting back... behind a power desk | |
| Assuming control | |
| Walls... with doors shut | |
| Like a newly caged fool | |
| Scream aloud... did you wish this life | |
| Did your choice of cards unfold... | |
| NOTell me there' s no more rebels here | |
| In search of freedom your caught | |
| In a blinded stare | |
| Tell me there' s no more rebels heresearch inside for a.... friend | |
| Building block... where we could stand | |
| Was this in the name of your god | |
| Now... have you forgot | |
| How it feels to be so alive | |
| Hey man.. is your fave a friend | |
| Is the rat race your in ever gonna end... | |
| NOTell me there' s no more rebels here | |
| In search of freedom you caught in a blinded stare | |
| If you cut yourself will you... | |
| Bleed from fear or bleed with pride | |
| Gonna show the world ain' t right | |
| Stand up force the hand | |
| Don' t breathe the breath of the concrete... clave | |
| Walls... within you live your ligecan you feel them squeezing you in... | |
| TWO PRECHORUS CHORUS |