Corb Lund - Alt Berliner Blues lyrics

She growls in barroom German As the smoke hangs from her lips She could attact her own Gestapo With the way she moves her Hips No complaints about her service, Cuz she's good and she'd get rich If these cheap, young, broke and trust fund ex-pat kids would learn to tip There ain't no better place to find you if you got yourself to lose, and all she wants is to get down with the Alt Berliner Blues Well she can still remember when they first went off the mark. The windows all got shuttered and theaters went dark She won the whole town over with her renaissance burlesque. Pelts of wolf and coyote, bear claw necklace on her chest There ain't no better place to find you if you got yourself to lose, and all she wants is to get down with the Alt Berliner Blues Well stumble over tourists at the remnants of the wall Hung over from the Schapps and funky Prussian alcohol Well it kind of feels like lots of US voices in the crowd And the singers drowned in reverb and the drum machine's too loud You won't find no better place across the whole of the EU If all you want is to get down with the Alt Berliner Blues Herr Guild I hope you're happy with yourself and all your Freund, may your throat be parched and .... and your hunger disappoint ya A century of thirst outlasting two or three world wars and 100 year old beer halls that do not exist no more. There ain't nothing left but ghosts of many lifetimes worth of booze. Ain't nothing gonna get you gone like the Alt Berliner Blues.