City of the 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 'till the daylight dejection comes
Ain't gonna waste my time with the pitiful ones
You know that I'm kind
That I like to pretend
That everything's fine
The rain is my friend
Don't give a damn about fame
If I gotta have a gun
Ain't gonna like myself before I get something done here
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You never mind of what they
Yeah yeah yeah yeah hey
Oh yeah, you never mind the things they might have said
Oh yeah, living in the city of the dead
Oh yeah, you never mind the things they might have said
Oh yeah, living in the city of the dead!
I want to believe
I proceed with my choice
It's getting harder to breathe
I'm losing my voice
Ain't gonna wait 'till the daylight dejection comes
Ain't gonna waste my time with the pityful ones
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You never mind of what they
Yeah yeah yeah yeah oh
Oh yeah, you never mind the things they might have said
Oh yeah, living in the city of the dead
Oh yeah, you never mind the things they might have said
Oh yeah, living in the city
Aah
Aah
Oh yeah, you never mind the things they might have said
Oh yeah, living in the city of the dead
Oh yeah, you never mind the things they might have said
Oh yeah, living in the city