Glad 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 day
that dejection comes,
Ain´t gonna waste my time on the pitiful ones (here)
You know that I´m kind,
that I like to pretend
that everything´s fine.
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 breathe,
I´m losing my voice.
Oh yeah!
Nevermind the things they might´ve said,
Oh yeah!
We´re living in the city of the dead.
Oh yeah!
Nevermind the things they might´ve said,
Oh yeah!
We´re living in the city of the dead.