[Verse 1]
The last call for some ethanol
Went unheeded, my feet are directed at the dark
Alleys of my city, past the blind pigs
Both of whom are serving and found at the free nerve ends

Which means they're both proximal to pain
A mind altering drug that's hard to abstain from
You can see the after effects in bared tears
And the hasty clicking sounds heels make on the cobblestone streets

A door slams, then the tires screech
With a telling limp, another woman leaves
In far skimpier clothes, than befitting for the weather
My guess is you can put the pieces together

As I pass by the closed mall and bums that keep asking for change
Despite the fact their paper cups are chock full
I see children past curfew, dealers make rounds
Rotisseries in kebab shops, drama abound

On the turf that I call my home
The birds are chirping, must be early morn' - Lunar perigee
In effect as I gaze at the skies and the smell of
Baked goods wafts through the air as sewer grates sigh

Streets wet from the rain, hearing clippers go through
Chains on a bike, it's a rather common sight
Get home, gotta lay my tired self down to sleep
Let my body recharge the cells for another day


[Verse 2]
Sauce on simmer, dropping cubes in the wok
Warm bodies cuddled up, tuned in to rock
Longjing on the tealights, there's magic in the air
Dim the lamps, I want you near to me, hours later

It's getting dark, but the streets come alive
I get dressed, go outside, the block is lit up
By blue beacons and car lights, ambulances and cops
Surrounding the scene, bystanders discussing

A bar fight that escalated when them cats tossed bottles
And one of them drew an Austrian model G29
Muzzle flash went off like a strobe light
Everybody probably thinking "I hope ain't noone I know died"

But the point of the matter is, despite the foreign
Influx of students and artists, there's still crime gatherings
And spots with the milk glass windows, they get it in
So arguments turn to homicides, seen it since a little kid


[Verse 3]
Came from the ballgame, headed to the lounge
A ska band performs in the streets, about a 100
People standing around, some dance, some vibe to it
Some drop coins in the hat after they through

Graf artists rappel down from the Oberbaum Bridge
Tagging the arch, the yellow fists are seen everywhere you walk
Profanity is just a part of our talk
But if you ask a man directions, he will answer for sure

Order black tea with peppermint, representing, you know
Tobacco in the apple head, bumping Julie Boutros
You gotta have a lady with you, if you're upstairs
And we're in company that's fair, tell'em squares

They can't fit inside the circle, or let'em figure it out by themselves
All we want is good times and fine health
Good conversation with some girls that's witty
Livin' The Life, it's just another night in Berlin City