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
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
don't give a damn about fame
if i gotta have a gun
ain't gonna like myself before
I get something done (here)

yea yea yea never matter what they hey hey hey!!!

oh yeah! never mind the things
they might have said
we're living in the city of the dead

I want to believe
I proceed with my choice
it's getting harder to breath
I'm losing my voice