Ed Schrader’s Music Beat - Berliner lyrics

[Ed Schrader’s Music Beat - Berliner lyrics]

On a train to anywhere
Fumbles the ticket
And twirls her hair
Stepping into the Eighties sky
Feels like New York
Before Rudy and George

The dust
Of twenty centuries
Hangs in my mind
Kids got pollution
Nickel and dime
Yankee tax, lighter
Breathe in the night

I'm a traveling man
I'll see you right
We are not natives
To Berlin nights
Got my bread
From wonder
Mana from tricks
I'm an ancient sailor
And I lost my ship
Material, material

I'm a hunter in the city
And I lost my blade
Would you like to dance
To my rattlesnake drum?
Give me frankincense
And wandering eyes
Walk like Ferlinghetti
But I hang like a hex

In the sacred forest
Sepia tone
Bavarian glances
On the Autobahn
Got dough for cigarettes
Quarter latrine
Stomach is tight
And I tremble in light
Material, material
I'm a hunted nation
I'm a hunted nation
I'm a hunted nation
I'm a hunted nation
I'm a hunted nation
I'm a hunted nation

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