City of Dead lyrics

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

the dejection comes,

Ain't gonna waste my time with the pitiful 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 breathe,

I'm losing my voice.

Oh yeah!

Never mind the things they might have said,

Oh yeah!

We're living in the city of the dead.

Oh yeah!

Never mind the things they might have said,

Oh yeah!

We're living in the city of the dead.

• Artist:The Rasmus
• Album:Hell of a Tester