Gang-bang

Near the Damm
four whores dance a waltz
behind the glass,
and you can feel
the strong sweat from Berlin.
You there, in solitude,
a very fine rain hits your face,
slips on your skin and at the same time
a sign lights up offering you
Freedom and Sordidness,
all at a price that a modern man
must be able to pay
once the night begins.
Don't you see it? Your flesh is paler.
Don't you see it? Your soul is grayer.
If you don't finally lose your mind
you'll know there's only one solution:
Cas...tra...tion!

And all the things I did wrong
today come back to haunt me.
How did I get to this...
I don't know,
...so lucid and sinister?
but I know I don't know.

And a man in a suit invites me in...
Gang-bang!

You see from your hotel
still waters like silver paper
and the wind carries the smell
of the treacherous brown dwarf.
Look, you were the king,
with your scepter in hand
and eyes fixed on people
you know you won't get to know
even if you live a thousand years
and the sky bows at your feet,
but their gaze doesn't leave your pants.
And you walk through the city
and cross a new canal.
You flee from the red and blue neon,
you seek something that smells different from love.

And if I lived once more,
I would make the same mistake again.
Yes, no doubt,
up to madness
and pain.

And a man in a suit invites me in...
Gang-bang!