Powerman 5000 - Return To The City Of The Dead

Just south of heaven and north of hell 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 and run 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!