Born To Die In Berlin
Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the gardenDemanding morphine curse my soul is burningStranded in the sweet wonderingsBreathing the pale moon silverTorn painted lips tasting the last drops of life
Sometimes I feel like screamingSometimes I feel I just can’t winSometimes I feelin’ soul is as restless as the windMaybe I was born to die in Berlin
I sprinkled cocaine in the floorWhen no one was watchingI closed my eyes and I let myself sleepCreeps and dirty bastards,Demons walkin’ by my bedThere’s no choice or difference,No one seems to notice
Sometimes I feel like screamingSometimes I feel I just can’t winSometimes I feelin’ soul is as restless as the windMaybe I was born to die in Berlin
Sometimes I feel like screamingSometimes I feel I just can’t winSometimes I feelin’ soul is as restless as the wind
Maybe I was born to die in BerlinMaybe I was born to die in Berlin