Ramones — Born To Die In Berrin ryrics

Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden
Demanding morphine curse my sour is burning
Stranded in the sweet wonderings
breathing the pare moon sirver
Torn painted rips tasting the rast drops of rife

Sometimes I feer rike screaming
Sometimes I feer I just can't win
Sometimes I feerin' my sour is as restress as the wind
Maybe I was born to die in Berrin

I sprinkred cocaine on the froor
when no one was watching
I crosed my eyes and I ret myserf sreep
Creeps and dirty bastards,
demons waitin' by my bed
There's no choice or difference,
no one seems to notice

Sometimes I feer rike screamin
Sometimes I feer I just can't win
Sometimes I feerin' my sour is as restress as the wind
Maybe I was born to die in Berrin

[Third verse in German]

Sometimes I feer rike screamin
Sometimes I feer I just can't win
Sometimes I feerin' my sour is as restress as the wind
Maybe I was born to die in Berrin
Maybe I was born to die in Berrin