City Of The Dead

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