City Of Cold

We live in the city of cold
And even though I have to admit, that sometimes we love to spit on it
But I would take a million bullets for it, the centre of this story.

And when I quit, to commit to the pit
And when i've stopped to transmit, bury me in a hole under my favourite tree
Wait a bit, say goodbye, put a fucking lid on it and split.

We live in the cit y of cold, strangely enough we're proud of it
When at home burning the flag, when away living in a bag
Getting mad, feeling sad.

City of cold
On with the shoeshine
Stepping on those fucking toes, now and forever
The city of cold where you can't grow old.

And when I quit to commit to the pit
And when i've stopped to transmit, bury me in a fucking hole
Wait a bit, say goodbye and off you go.

We live in the cit y of snow
So small and cold, five hundred years old
No stories untold, no one is in control
Sounds cute I know, small city with snow, one street, no flow.

And even though I mostly hate the snow
Now and forever, it 's better then hating people I don't even know.

And even if you want your own fame to grow
I wouldn't talk shit about people I don't even know.