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 ****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 ****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 ****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 shit about people I don't even know.

	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 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 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 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 shit about people I don' t even know.