Текст песни 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.
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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.