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 city 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 city 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. (now and forever)
And even if you want your own fame to grow, (now and forever)
I wouldn’t talk shit about people I don't even know. (now and forever)
This is the city of cold.
Now and forever.
This is the city when you can't grow old.
Now and forever.
This is the city of cold.
Now and forever.
This is the city when you can't grow old.
Not now and ever.
