Berlin

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 lights