Brandenburg Gate Lyrics

I would cut my legs and tits off
When I think of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the dark of the moonIt made me dream of Nosferatu
Trapped on the isle of Doctor Moreau
Oh wouldn't it be lovelyI was thinking Peter Lorre
When things got pretty gory as I
Crossed to the Brandenburg GateI 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 shiftA graveyard romance can only give one chance
As the tombstones weave and breatheFeeling 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 lateThe 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 straightStraight 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