Testo Berliner

On a train to anywhere
Fumbles the ticket and twirls her hair
Stepping into the Eighties sky
Feels like New York before Rudy and George

The dust of twenty centuries hangs in my mind
Kids got pollution, nickel and dime
Yankee tax, lighter, breathe in the night
I'm a traveling man, I'll see you right
We are not natives to Berlin nights
Got my bread from wonder, mana from tricks
I'm an ancient sailor and I lost my ship
Material, material

I'm a hunter in the city and I lost my blade
Would you like to dance to my rattlesnake drum?
Give me frankincense and wandering eyes
Walk like Ferlinghetti, but I hang like a hex

In the sacred forest, sepia tone
Bavarian glances on the Autobahn
Got dough for cigarettes, quarter latrine Stomach is tight and I tremble in light
Material, material

I'm a hunted nation
I'm a hunted nation
I'm a hunted nation
I'm a hunted nation
I'm a hunted nation
I'm a hunted nation