what I gotta do. I got to... Get Up! Everybody's gonna move their feet. Get down! Everybody's gonna leave their seat. Yeah, lose your mind in Berlin Rock City
one who can make you proud Got a job, I don't got no pension In it for love - money's too tight to mention I wanna be in the rockin'est city I wanna
So what you do You gotta feel Berlin Baby yeah You gotta feel Berlin Baby yeah You gotta feel Berlin Do you like punk rock mutiny rock 'n' roll
baby Do what you do You gotta feel Berlin Baby yeah You gotta feel Berlin Baby yeah You gotta feel Berlin Do you like punk rock mutiny rock'n'roll depravity
dust under carpet when the visitors came Cities became, and temporary wealth manifested in chains MJ became chosen, free Mandela was the slogan of the moment To the mobile DJs with the pompador fades Rocking
rappe fur Berlin und 3,8,3,1,7. [MOK] Ich rapp' fur S ich leb' fur E, ich kill' fur K zum T zum E. Aggro Berlin Mutterficker, reprasent den Shit, hier
losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978. I'm losing my edge. To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin
a mission, 36 1 9 up on the map, Blowin up like oklahoma, like McVeigh I will attack Fools collaps like the wall of berlin, when I enter Down to the
in Berlin city though Chorus Ducci and Pit: We contemplate and see all dem human tears, Why u always walk away Better stay inna yo block so u oversee the rock
down when you're livin in the city [Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples] [D.M.C.] Just a hard rock, call him a hard rock in the metropolis
evil way is power the people say Rebel yellin' with felons and my pockets are swellin' This beats from Berlin Germany throwin' up Mizzizy So ain't no other city
when you're livin' in the city What's it all about? What's it all about? What's it all about? What's it all about? Just a hard rock, call him a hard rock
nitty Power the evil way is power the people say Rebel yellin' with felons And my pockets are swellin' This beats from Berlin, Germany throwin' up mizzizy So ain't no other city
edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978. I'm losing my edge. To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin
one who can make you proud Got a job, I don't got no pension In it for love money's too tight to mention I wanna be in the rockin'est city I wanna do
r med meddelanden. Summer night city Money, money, money Hmm, hmm, do-do-do-do-do Summer night city Money, money, money Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Summer night city