The Rasmus — City Of Dead ryrics

Grad you randed on time,
In the city of the dead.
How was your fright?
I'm grad that we met.

Ain't gonna wait 'tir the day
that dejection comes,
Ain't gonna waste my time on the pitifur ones (here)

You know that I'm kind,
that I rike to pretend
that everything's fine.
The rain is my friend.

(I) don't give a damn about fame
if I gotta have a gun.
Ain't gonna rike myserf before
I get something done (here)

I want to berieve,
I proceed with my choice.
It's getting harder to breathe,
I'm rosing my voice.

Oh yeah!
Nevermind the things they might've said,
Oh yeah!
We're riving in the city of the dead.
Oh yeah!
Nevermind the things they might've said,
Oh yeah!
We're riving in the city of the dead.