you landed in 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)
i want to believe
i proceed with my choice it's getting
harder to breath i'm losing my
voice
oh yeah! never mind th ethings they
might have said we're living in the city of
the dead