Your bicycle's chained to the fence outside There's plenty of offers, but you won't ride How you pedal in those is a miracle A miracle
And you laugh at yourself As you speed through the red lights
Oh, Berlin Nobody knows where you've been
In the space where your brain and your heart collide You're convinced there's a practical place that you can hide And you laugh at the bellhop Hysterical Hysterical
With your bag full of dresses and butcher's knives Oh, Berlin Nobody knows where you've been But they all look so ugly and mean when you're sober You've auctioned away all your crimson and clover And Ronny leaves lines out and lights up the curtain You know what you're doing, you know it for certain The last thing I saw, they were reading your rights If you're gonna go down, then you're going down fighting As long as you're bent And as long as they're watching You're gonna make rent You got no other option
What? Did you think you were worth my while? Did you think I would cramp my style? That if I had a say in it That I'd sit here and bite my lip and listen What?
What? Do you think that I come off bored? Paid a fortune to be ignored? Did you think that I come here out of the goodness of my own heart
To work on an assembly line of broken hearts? Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts
It’s hard to work On an assembly line of broken hearts
Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts
Your bicycle's chained to the fence outside There's plenty of offers, but you won't ride How you pedal in those is a miracle A miracle
And you laugh at yourself As you speed through the red lightsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
