Ex-spy in a square in Berlin Got holes in his knife-tipped shoes He’ll tell you the missile codes man He’ll sell you the warhead to Guy driving my yellow taxi He had a T-72 I’m doubled up in the back seat I’m getting a closer view A working illustration of the golden rule Whoever ends up with the gold will make the rules We need a message of love Something that we can be sure of Send us a message of love One thing that we can be sure of We drive to Checkpoint Charlie We just drive right on through We park above the bunker That’s what you’re meant to do Beneath the TV tower Beside the union hall Two hookers in plastic trousers Selling little pieces of the wall A working illustration of the golden rule Whoever ends up with the gold will make the rules We need a message of love Something that we can be sure of Send us a message of love One thing that we can be sure of A working illustration of the golden rule Whoever ends up with the gold will make the rules We need a message of love Something that we can be sure of Send us a message of love One thing that we can be sure of We need a message of love Something that we can be sure of We need a message of love Something that we can be sure of Send us a message of love One thing that we can be sure of