Brandenburg Gate - Lou Reed, Metallica

I would cut my legs and tits off

When I think of Boris Karloff and Kinski

In the dark of the moon

It made me dream of Nosferatu

Trapped on the isle of Doctor Moreau

Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely

Small town girl

Small town girl

Small town girl

Small town girl

I was thinking Peter Lorre

When things got pretty gory as I

Crossed to the Brandenburg Gate

Small town girl

I was feeling snappy

Perhaps I’d been napping

And I had just ate

Small town girl

A following heart

Can tear you apart

On a midnight to 8 shift

Small town girl

A graveyard romance

Can only give one chance

As the tombstones weave and breathe

Small town girl

Small town girl

Small town girl

Ah, small town girl

Small town girl

Feeling happy

When my heart got beating

On a Sunday afternoon

Small town girl

I dreamt of breezes

Going through the trees and

Stars were still illumed

Small town girl

I have three hearts

That I keep apart

Trying to relate

Small town girl

To normal feelings

And the nighttime reelings

And some absynths drunk so late

My small town girl

I’m just a small town girl

Small town girl

Small town girl

The cook got drunk

And all the whores they shrunk

Onto the size of dessert plates

Small town girl

But me, I am happy

Cause I got my little nappy

And some opium to set me straight

Small town girl

I’m just a small town girl

Who wants to give it a whirl

While my looks still hold me straight

Small town girl

Small town girl

Straight up to illusion

And fantasy’s fusion

Of reality mixed with drink

Small town girl

I’m just a small town girl

Who’s gonna give life a whirl

Looking at the Brandenburg Gate

Small town girl

I’m just a small town girl

Giving life a whirl

Looking at the

Small town girl

Brandenburg Ga-a-a-a-a-a-te

I’m just a small town girl

Small town girl

Small town girl, yeah yeah

Small town girl

I’m just a small town girl

Small town girl