Born To Die In Berlin (Ramones)

G B Es 1. Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning Standing in the sweet wonderings breathing the pale moon silver Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life G B G B R: Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can't win Sometimes I feel my soul is as restless as the wind G B G Maybe I was born to die in Berlin 2. I sprinkled cocaine on the floor when no one was watching I closed my eyes and let myself sleep Creeps and dirty bastards demons waiting by my bed There's no choice or difference no one seems to notice