Born To Die In Berlin

Ramones

1. Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden
   Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning
   Standing in the sweet wonderings breathing the pale moon silver
   Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life

R: Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can't win
   Sometimes I feel my soul is as restless as the wind
   Maybe I was born to die in Berlin

2. I sprinkled cocaine on the floor when no one was watching
   I closed my eyes and let myself sleep
   Creeps and dirty bastards demons waiting by my bed
   There's no choice or difference no one seems to notice