City Of The Dead

(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 fuckin' 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 bullshit

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