City Of Dead lyrics You landed on time in the city of dead how was your flight? I'm glad that we met
ain't gonna wait 'til the day dejection comes ain't gonna waste my time with the
pityful ones(here) you
know that I'm kind, that I like to pretend that everything's fine that the rain is
my friend (I) don't give a damn about fame if I gotta have a gun ain't gonna like
myself before I get something done (here)
I want to believe I proceed with my choice it's getting harder to breath I'm losing
my voice oh yeah! never mind the things they might have said we're living in the
city of dead