Amanda Palmer - Berlin lyrics
[Amanda Palmer - Berlin lyrics]
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
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