| Song | Violent Tribe |
| Artist | Pretty Maids |
| Album | Carpe Diem |
| 作曲 : Atkins, Hammer | |
| Join the crowd of leaches | |
| 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 [CHORUS] | |
| 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 [CHORUS] |
| zuò qǔ : Atkins, Hammer | |
| Join the crowd of leaches | |
| 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 CHORUS | |
| 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 CHORUS |