Brandenburg Gate

I would cut my legs and tits off
When I think of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the dark of the moon
It made me dream of Nosferatu
Trapped on the isle of Doctor Moreau
Oh wouldnt it be lovely
I was thinking Peter Lorre
When things got pretty gory as I
Crossed to the Brandenburg Gate
I was feeling snappy perhaps Id been napping
And Id just ate
A following heart can tear you apart
On a midnight to 8 shift
A graveyard romance can only give one chance
As the tombstones weave and breathe
Feeling happy when my heart got beating
On a Sunday afternoon
I dreamt of breezes going through the treeses
And stars were still illumed
I have three hearts that I keep apart
Trying to relate
To normal feelings and the nightime reelings
And some absynthe drunk so late
The cook got drunk and all the whores they shrunk
Onto the size of dessert plates
But me Im happy cause I got my little nappy
And some opium to set me straight
Im just a small town girl who wants to give it a whirl
While my looks still hold me straight
Straight up to illusion and fantasys fusion
Of reality mixed with drink
Im just a small town girl whos gonna give life a whirl
Looking at the Brandenburg Gate