baby look the queen has left some food for us steaming on the patio rome is like berlin ain't got no beach but its best friends live bathing all along the northern coast baby look the queen has left berlin and all there is is smoky residue i'm in great despair now put aside the things you wear the song goes on and on and on and on heavy bears the teenage tree the baby skin that peaches me i'll come again lonely floats a sunday square i'll cook the team i'll drum the ball i saw you there they came for porn the people in the cinema but only get the waving drapes clap you bastards clap this song needs guns i saw my soul in hell she likes the way it's built