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, [bad word] 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 xxxxxxx 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 xxxxxxx toes, now and forever.
The city of cold where you can't grow old.

And when i quit [bad word] to the pit.
And when i've stopped to transmit, bury me in a xxxxxxx 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 xxxx about people i don't even know.