Berlin - Amanda Palmer

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 know’s 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 going to go down, then you’re going down fighting

As long as you’re bent

And as long as they’re watching

You’re going to make rent

You go no other option

What?

Did you think you were worth my while?

Did you think I would cramp my style?

That if I had to 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 in 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 them and sell the parts

Your bicycle’s chained up 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