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