City of Dead
You landed on time,In the city of the dead.How was your flight?I'm glad that we met.
Ain't gonna wait 'til the daythe dejection comes,Ain't gonna waste my time with the pitiful ones (here)
You know that I'm kind,that I like to pretendthat everything's fine.That the rain is my friend.
(I) don't give a damn about fameif I gotta have a gun.Ain't gonna like myself beforeI get something done (here)
I want to believe,I proceed with my choice.It's getting harder to breathe,I'm losing my voice.
Oh yeah!Never mind the things they might have said,Oh yeah!We're living in the city of the dead.Oh yeah!Never mind the things they might have said,Oh yeah!We're living in the city of the dead.