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 xxxxxxx 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 xxxxxxx 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 xxxxxxx 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 xxxx about people i don't even know.