Berlin chords by Amanda Palmer

Tuning: Standard EBGDAE

Difficulty: Novice

When used for piano: play chords backwards, note by note (e.g. E chord: B, Ab, E)
This song is about strippers.
Take as you will.

intro: E Abm A Am

     E                        Abm             A Am
Your bicycle's chained to the fence outside
        E                     Abm       A    Am
There's plenty of offers, but you won't ride
        E                   A                C# A
How you pedal in those is a miracle, miracle
         E                       Abm
And you laugh at yourself as you speed
                       A F#
Through the red lights

D   A
Oh, Berlin
D                         A
Nobody knows where you've been
       E                               Abm          A Am
In the space where your brain and your heart collide
       E                             Abm                A    Am
You're convinced there's a practical place that you can hide
        E            A
And you laugh at the bellhop
C#           A
Hysterical, hysterical
          E                       Abm              A F#
With your bag full of dresses and butcher's knives
D   A
Oh, Berlin
D                         A
Nobody knows where you've been

         C#m
But they all look so ugly and mean when you're sober
       A
You've auctioned away all your crimson and clover
     F#
When Ronnie leaves lines out and lights up the curtain
    Am
You know what you're doing, you know it for certain
    C#m
The last thing I saw, they were reading your rights
          A
If you're gonna go down, then you're going down fighting
   F#
As long as you're bent

And as long as they're watching
       Am
You're gonna make rent
        F#               E A
You got no other option

C#m
What?
                       A     F#  F#m
Did you think you were worth my while?
                      C#m   A  F#
Did you think I would cramp my style?
                C#m A  F#
That if I had a say in it
                      C#m  A  E       A
That I'd sit here and bite my lip and listen

C#m
What? (What?)
                    A    F#  F#m
Do you think that I come off bored?
                 C#m A  F#
Paid a fortune to be ignored?
                     C#m  A    F#
Did you think that I come here out
                  C#m A   F#
of the goodness of my own heart

           A           F#             A
To work on an assembly line of broken hearts?
F#              A              F#                 A
Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts

C#m A   F#           C#m A   F#
Oh, oh, oh           Oh, oh, oh oh oh

(same as before)
It’s hard to work
On an assembly line of broken hearts
Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts

(same as intro)
Your bicycle's chained to the fence outside
There's plenty of offers, but you won't ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle

And you laugh at yourself