Born to Die in Berlin

Junkies, whores and pimps

Devils around my bed

There is no choice and no difference

And no one seems to notice

Sometimes I feel like screaming

Sometimes I feel like I just can't win

Sometimes I feel like I was born

To die in your arm in Berlin

Intoxicated by the orchids

Abandoned in the garden

Demanding morphine for communion

Because my soul was burning

Sometimes I feel like screaming

Sometimes I feel like I just cant win

Sometimes I feel like I was born

To die in your arm in Berlin

Stranded in the sweet windings

Breathing the pale moon silver

Tasting the last drops of life

From a sweet transvestite's lips

Sometimes I feel like screaming

Sometimes I feel like I just can't win

Sometimes I feel like I was born

To die in your arm in Berlin