LYRICS GAME

Come outta the club, it was nice

Reek of booze, I'm wrecked, it's a sweet life

Step over booze corpses rotting in my path

See rats gorge themselves in the shadows of kebab shops

Trudge through puke at Kotti, junkies are dazed

Dudes spit everywhere, act outta line

Scene snobs on a desperate hunt for the scene

Pierced girls want me to read Straßenfeger

Half past five, my eyes burn

Step on a guy sleeping among dead pigeons

Hysterical chicks screech and panic 'cause

On the corner there's beef between Tarek and Sam

Tarek says, "Shut up or I'll punch you in the face"

Sam's sh*tting himself, but he still can't stay silent

Red soup drips onto the asphalt, I'm feeling sick

I zip my jacket, 'cause it's cold

Good morning Berlin

You can be so ugly

So dirty and gray

You can be so beautifully awful

Your nights eat me up

It'll probably be best for me

I'll head home and sleep it off

And while I walk through the streets

Black slowly turns to blue

Tired figures in neon light

With deep wrinkles on their faces

Early shift's silent, everyone keeps to themselves

Frustration builds 'cause the bus won't come

And sh*t's everywhere, you really gotta float

Everyone's got a dog but nobody to talk to

I keep breathing through my mouth, it's part of my life

I feel unhealthy, need something pure against it

Got a thick head, need some juice

I'm craving Bagdad's pastries

It's warm there, I give in to my dreams

With Fatima, the sweet pastry seller

R&B ballads thump from a parked Benz

Knock-off time for the street gangs

A hooligan lies in a woman's arms and bawls

This city's really not as tough as you think

Good morning Berlin

You can be so ugly

So dirty and gray

You can be so beautifully awful

Your nights eat me up

It'll probably be best for me

I'll head home and sleep it off

And while I walk through the streets

Black slowly turns to blue

I'm wrecked

And rub your dust outta my eyes

You're not pretty

And you know it too

Your panorama's messed up

You don't even look good from far away

But the sun's coming up right now

And I know, whether I want or not

That I need you to breathe

Need, need, need, need

Need, need, need, need

Need, need