كلمات 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