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