标题：Black City
艺术家：Mustasch
Black City, Black City, Black City
I'm accused of being cold
With no emotions at all
Well I'm having a ball
I've got my motor running,
my motor running
I'm jumping with joy
Search and destroy
Come on, come on, come on
Nowhere you can hide
You won't leave this place alive
Cause the sun ain't gonna rise
The sun will never shine
In Black City, Black City
I've got smog in my brain
And gasoline in the veins
Get out of my way
Accused of being cold
I've got my motor running
I use you as I please
The price you pay for walking my streets
In Black City
The sun ain't gonna shine
The sun will never rise