Just south of heaven and north of [bad word] is what lies in between

Over the streets and below the sky that's choked by gasoline

When the dogs break free and the walls talk back and the meek turn down the lights

It might take a miracle to make it home at all tonight

We're in the city

The city of the dead

Ain't nuthin pretty

When you've lost your head (your head!)

No god won't save you 'cause he don't care about this town no more

And given the choice of eternal voice, well it's seems we've been ignored

So strap on your boots and pick up yourself [bad word] as fast as you can

The only way in is the only way out and it's time to take a stand

We're in the city

The city of the dead

Ain't nuthin pretty

When you've lost your head

We're hanging on to the last worn thread

We're in the city, the city of the dead (of the dead!)

This town is all we've got and we know it ain't allot

First chance we get we're gonna get out

The streets are cold and the skies are grey people hanging on day by day

First chance we get we're gonna break out

In the city

The city of the dead

We're in the city

The city of the dead

In the city

The city of the dead

We're in the city

The city of the dead

In the city

The city of the dead

In the city

The city of the dead

We're in the city

The city of the dead

We're in the city

The city of the dead

Of the dead! Of the dead! Of the dead!