Raised Fist - City Of Cold lyrics

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 f**ing 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 f**ing 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 f**ing 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 sh** about people I don't even know.