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