You grow to a big town at one time

And then your tracks lost line

The wartimes draw your heart away

To west, north, south, east, everywhere

And then they cut you not for fun

Since '61 the wound still runs

To save the political pride

To heat the cold war with you



Berlin, a suburb or the westworld's eye

I cannot love, cannot deny

You boil too fast til you dry

Anytime you're dry



Now you are bigger than before

But decadence grows in your soul

You spit that oil straight on our head

The clever get rich, the weak ones mad

In streets, in subways goes the race

The others come to find their ways

These countries where they are from

Are poor why are we rich here



Berlin, a suburb or the westworld's eye

I cannot love, cannot deny

You boil too fast til you dry

And I will fly