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 wouldn´t it be lovely?

Small town girl

I was thinking Peter Lorre
When things got pretty gory as I
crossed to the Brandenburg Gate

I was feeling snappy
Perhaps I´d been napping
And I´d just ate
A following heart can tear you apart
On a midnight to 8 shift

A graveyard romance
Can only give one chance
As 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 I´m happy
Cause I got my little nappy
And some opium to set me straight
I´m just a small town girl
Who wants to give it a whirl
While my looks still hold me straight

Straight up to illusion
and fantasy´s fusion
Of reality mixed with drink
I´m just a small town girl
Who´s gonna give life a whirl
Looking at the Brandenburg Gate
I´m just a small town girl