Well, he walked into the bar
Like he was made of the place he was in
And the look on his face
Was closely related to a grin
And some of the people there
Stared hard at their whiskey or gin
While some others went outside
To dig a hole to put him in
He didn't think it was too much to ask
To be separated from his past
From all of his petty weaknesses
And from all that he'd done
The German
He had conflicting emotions
Bubbling within
As he considered the implications
Of his move from West Berlin
He ordered another drink
While cradling his chin
When those others returned
And started closing in
He didn't think it was too much to ask
To be separated from his past
From all of his transgressions
And from all that he'd done
The German
And he dreamed of little flowers
And of birds that spoke to him
And of squirrels and of rabbits
That obeyed his every whim
And of nature stood in order
With the things he held within
And of people that were placid
And approving of his sin
He stared hard at the barman
As they gathered up behind
And he asked for another
Plastic packet of pork rind
And the barman said deliberately
"This is what you'll find
If you walk in here out of nowhere
Do you think we're fucking blind?"
He didn't think it was too much to ask
To be separated from his past
From all of his weaknesses
And from all that he'd done
The German
Well, the first shovel entered his back
And severed his crooked spine
And the second split open his skull
And emptied his tiny mind
And the third shovel shattered his pelvis
Absolving him of his crime
And he would have offered to help them
If he'd only had the time
He didn't think it was too much to ask
To be separated from his past
From all of his transgressions
And from all that he'd done
The German
And he dreamed of little flowers
And of birds that spoke to him
And of rats and of mosquitoes
That suckled at his skin
And worms that ate unwelcome thoughts
Out from his dying brain
And he dreamed of all the people
That he'd never see again