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.