Toxic, whores and pimps
Demons around my bed
There’s no choice and there’s no difference
And no one seems to notice
Sometimes I feel like I’m screaming
Sometimes I feel like I can’t win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arms in Berlin
Intoxicated by orchids
Abandoned in the garden
Asking for morphine for communion
Because my soul is burning
Sometimes I feel like I’m screaming
Sometimes I feel like I can’t win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arms in Berlin
Left hanging in sweet embraces
Breathing the pale silver moon
Tasting the last drops of life
From the sweet lips of a shemale
Sometimes I feel like I’m screaming
Sometimes I feel like I can’t win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die in your arms in Berlin

Nina Hagen - 'Born to Die in Berlin'