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 a**embly line
Of broken hearts
Not supposed to fix them only strip
And sell the parts
It's hard to work on an a**embly 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