Kreuzberg

There is a wall [bad word] right through me
Just like this city I will never be joined
What is this love? Why can I never hold it?
Did it [bad word] out? In those strangers bedrooms
I have decided at 25
That something must change
Saturday night, in East Berlin
We took the U-Bahn to the east side gallery
I was sure that id found love with this one lying with me
Crying again in the hauptbahnof
I have decided at 25
That something must change
After  the bitter taste
Been fooled again, the search continues
Concerned mothers of the west,
Teach your sons, how to [bad word] love.