Powerman 5000 - City Of The Dead lyrics

(C'mon!) Well it's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) Well the tables have turned, I've learned no hope For the ones who live to extremes I mean, six A.M. and no sleep yet A home is a city of fear and threads I grew up in the streets at night Yeah, just tryin' to get it right What you know that the flow Is flown from the gutter I go slow, yeah, as I know That's the truth and I swear it's no joke Cause time is all to real When you're tired and broke For the pain of the lies and the prejudice Ya can't stop all the crapulous From the ends of the earth to the ends of the street Yeah, that's how ya meet And when you're gone You're gone ya see red In the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead (Well it seems like a blocked, dead path) In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead (Well it seems like a blocked, dead path) Well it's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) Where is the hope when it's falling like a drunk As I look around I see punks, yeah Trying to make the move to improve But the f**in' word you lose Though the grips getting tighter than ever And that's a long time to never be found Take a look around, yeah Put my feet on the ground But who I am ain't what I am And what I am is where I am, yeah I wanna know if you can get that A home is a city straight up fact Lost souls, they roam with no conscience Arrive life to thrive on the nonsense Back on words goes straight to your head In the city of the dead In the city, the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead (Well it seems like a blocked, dead path) In the city, the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead (Well it seems like a blocked, dead path) The city of the dead runneth over with bullsh** Get ready for the hard hit, yeah Got a head like a head for a radio When your time comes in your head You know you gotta go Gotta know that you Shouldn't over-simplifiy it These are the rules, yeah, you can't deny it Born and raised on a One wa trip to hell I'm on my way, hey Can I get it, yeah Check it out, the countdown has begun 4, 3, 2, 1 more time and I swear It's over with a quickness The city of the dead is a sickness