Spent the night in friedrichshain
Where the bars were full it was summertime
Punks were hangin out in the park

While someone practised electric guitar
We drank some homemade wine
Now my heads not straight

So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate
Half expecting to catch a sight
Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night


La la la la la laaaaa


Feel the sea like the blood is shed
As the dawn rubs up against our aching head
Girls light up pull there hoods up tight

Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night
Well I spent the night friedrichshain
Bars were full there was no closing time

Punks comparing tattoos and their scars
Now everyone's waiting for the band to start


La la la la la laaaaaa
(its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city
no one knows where your from)


Woohoo woohoo woohoo


Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway
Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes
Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle

By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle
Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church
Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds

The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream
And see what such grand stories
He's in the right to the left wing

He tries so hard
But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard
The singers blood runs cold like the spree

But not this girl not when she was 19

It was 1989

Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city
no one knows where your from