Song | Berlin |
Artist | Amanda Palmer |
Album | Theatre Is Evil |
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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 |
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 |
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 |