Berlin Amanda Palmer
When used for piano: play chords backwards, note by note (e.g. E chord: B, Ab, E)
This song is about strippers.
Take as you will.
intro: E Abm A Am
Your [E]bicycle's chained to the [Abm]fence outside[A] [Am]
There's [E]plenty of offers, but [Abm]you won't [A]ride[Am]
How you [E]pedal in those is a [A]miracle, miracle[C#] [A]
And you l[E]augh at yourself as you [Abm]speed
Through the red lights[A] [F#]
[D]Oh, [A]Berlin
[D]Nobody knows where you've [A]been
In the [E]space where your brain and your [Abm]heart collide[A] [Am]
You're [E]convinced there's a practical [Abm]place that you can [A]hide[Am]
And you [E]laugh at the [A]bellhop
[C#]Hysterical, h[A]ysterical
With your [E]bag full of dresses and [Abm]butcher's knives[A] [F#]
[D]Oh, [A]Berlin
[D]Nobody knows where you've [A]been
But they [C#m]all look so ugly and mean when you're sober
You've [A]auctioned away all your crimson and clover
When [F#]Ronnie leaves lines out and lights up the curtain
You [Am]know what you're doing, you know it for certain
The [C#m]last thing I saw, they were reading your rights
If you're [A]gonna go down, then you're going down fighting
As [F#]long as you're bent
And as long as they're watching
You're [Am]gonna make rent
You got [F#]no other option[E] [A]
[C#m]What?
Did you think you were [A]worth [F#]my w[F#m]hile?
Did you think I would [C#m]cramp [A]my [F#]style?
That if I had a [C#m]say [A]in [F#]it
That I'd sit here and [C#m]bite [A]my [E]lip and [A]listen
[C#m]What? (What?)
Do you think that I [A]come [F#]off [F#m]bored?
Paid a fortune to[C#m] be [A]ign[F#]ored?
Did you think that I [C#m]come [A]here [F#]out
of the goodness of[C#m] my [A]own [F#]heart
To work on [A]an assembly [F#]line of broken [A]hearts?
[F#]Not supposed to [A]fix them, only [F#]strip and sell the [A]parts
[C#m]Oh, [A]oh, [F#]oh [C#m]Oh, [A]oh, [F#]oh oh oh
(same as before)
It?s hard to work
On an assembly line of broken hearts
Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts
(same as intro)
Your bicycle's chained to the fence outside
There's plenty of offers, but you won't ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle
And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through the red lights
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