| Song | The Garden |
| Artist | Einstürzende Neubauten |
| Album | Ende Neu |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You know you're all alone | |
| Your friends they aren't at home | |
| Everybody's gone to the garden | |
| As you look into the trees | |
| You can look but you don't see | |
| The flowers seem to tease you at the garden | |
| Everybody's there, but you don't seem to care | |
| What's it with you man, and this garden | |
| Turned into my worst phobia, | |
| A crazy man's utopia | |
| If you're lost no one can show ya, | |
| But it sure was glad to know ya | |
| Only poor boys take a chance, | |
| On the garden's song and dance, | |
| Feel her flowers as they wrap around, | |
| But only smart boys do without | |
| You can find it all inside | |
| No need to wrestle with your pride | |
| No you ain't losin' your mind | |
| You're just in the garden | |
| They can lead you to yourself | |
| Or you can throw it on the shelf | |
| But you know you can look inside | |
| For the garden | |
| I wasn't really scared | |
| Lost my virginity there, | |
| To a gypsy with blond hair | |
| But now no one seems to care | |
| Like a mouse inside a maze | |
| Wandering round 4 daze | |
| With a smile upon my face, | |
| I never wanna leave this place | |
| Only poor boys take a chance, | |
| On the garden's song and dance, | |
| Feel her flowers as they wrap around, | |
| But only smart boys do without | |
| Turned into my worst phobia, | |
| A crazy man's utopia | |
| If you're lost no one can show ya, | |
| But it sure was glad to know ya | |
| Bye bye | |
| So long, bye bye | |
| It's glad to know ya | |
| Bye bye | |
| Bye bye | |
| Aw...so long |
| You know you' re all alone | |
| Your friends they aren' t at home | |
| Everybody' s gone to the garden | |
| As you look into the trees | |
| You can look but you don' t see | |
| The flowers seem to tease you at the garden | |
| Everybody' s there, but you don' t seem to care | |
| What' s it with you man, and this garden | |
| Turned into my worst phobia, | |
| A crazy man' s utopia | |
| If you' re lost no one can show ya, | |
| But it sure was glad to know ya | |
| Only poor boys take a chance, | |
| On the garden' s song and dance, | |
| Feel her flowers as they wrap around, | |
| But only smart boys do without | |
| You can find it all inside | |
| No need to wrestle with your pride | |
| No you ain' t losin' your mind | |
| You' re just in the garden | |
| They can lead you to yourself | |
| Or you can throw it on the shelf | |
| But you know you can look inside | |
| For the garden | |
| I wasn' t really scared | |
| Lost my virginity there, | |
| To a gypsy with blond hair | |
| But now no one seems to care | |
| Like a mouse inside a maze | |
| Wandering round 4 daze | |
| With a smile upon my face, | |
| I never wanna leave this place | |
| Only poor boys take a chance, | |
| On the garden' s song and dance, | |
| Feel her flowers as they wrap around, | |
| But only smart boys do without | |
| Turned into my worst phobia, | |
| A crazy man' s utopia | |
| If you' re lost no one can show ya, | |
| But it sure was glad to know ya | |
| Bye bye | |
| So long, bye bye | |
| It' s glad to know ya | |
| Bye bye | |
| Bye bye | |
| Aw... so long |
| You know you' re all alone | |
| Your friends they aren' t at home | |
| Everybody' s gone to the garden | |
| As you look into the trees | |
| You can look but you don' t see | |
| The flowers seem to tease you at the garden | |
| Everybody' s there, but you don' t seem to care | |
| What' s it with you man, and this garden | |
| Turned into my worst phobia, | |
| A crazy man' s utopia | |
| If you' re lost no one can show ya, | |
| But it sure was glad to know ya | |
| Only poor boys take a chance, | |
| On the garden' s song and dance, | |
| Feel her flowers as they wrap around, | |
| But only smart boys do without | |
| You can find it all inside | |
| No need to wrestle with your pride | |
| No you ain' t losin' your mind | |
| You' re just in the garden | |
| They can lead you to yourself | |
| Or you can throw it on the shelf | |
| But you know you can look inside | |
| For the garden | |
| I wasn' t really scared | |
| Lost my virginity there, | |
| To a gypsy with blond hair | |
| But now no one seems to care | |
| Like a mouse inside a maze | |
| Wandering round 4 daze | |
| With a smile upon my face, | |
| I never wanna leave this place | |
| Only poor boys take a chance, | |
| On the garden' s song and dance, | |
| Feel her flowers as they wrap around, | |
| But only smart boys do without | |
| Turned into my worst phobia, | |
| A crazy man' s utopia | |
| If you' re lost no one can show ya, | |
| But it sure was glad to know ya | |
| Bye bye | |
| So long, bye bye | |
| It' s glad to know ya | |
| Bye bye | |
| Bye bye | |
| Aw... so long |