Lyrics Good Morning Berlin - Art Brut

Good Morning Berlin

Warschauer Straße and the rising sun
A pocket full of change and three sticks of gum
The streets 'round here, they all look the same
Spätkauf, Kebab-Shop, again and again
Kannst du bitte
Die Luft aus dem Glas lassen
Can you please
Take the air out of my glass?
Hipster with beards eating falafel
Wander these streets like herds of cattle
Ahh, man that night was long
Time to put the sunglasses on
Kannst du bitte
Die Luft aus dem Glas lassen
Can you please
Take the air out of my glass?
All I see when I check my mentions
Is some curse words and good intentions
Everything is gonna be just fine
A Sternburg, a stern word and I follow tram lines
Good morning, Berlin
I can’t believe the state I’m in
Good morning, Berlin
I can’t believe the state I’m in
Good morning, Berlin
I can’t believe the state I’m in