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
As you speed through the red lights