Good Morning Berlin - Art Brut

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