Born To Die In Berlin

<br>Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden Demanding morphine<br>Curse my soul is burning Stranded in the sweet wonderings breathing the<br>Pale moon silver Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life<br><br>Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can`t win<br>Sometimes I feelin` my soul is as restless as the wind Maybe<br>I was born to die in Berlin<br><br>I sprinkled cocaine on the floor when no one was watching I closed<br>My eyes and I let myself sleep Creeps and dirty bastards, demons waitin`<br>by my bed There`s no choice or difference, no one seems to notice<br><br>Sometimes I feel like screamin` Sometimes I feel I just can`t win<br>Sometimes I feelin` my soul is as restless as the wind<br>Maybe I was born to die in Berlin<br><br>(Third verse in German)<br><br>Sometimes I feel like screamin` Sometimes I feel I just can`t win<br>Sometimes I feelin` my soul is as restless as the wind<br><br>Maybe I was born to die in Berlin Maybe I was born to die in Berlin