In the end

Tell me, angel, how it will be in the end, for what it's worth?
What if I am not there for invalid reasons? 
What if I miss how you and your friends will burn all around for the devil of it?
What if I toss a glass, when you're doing all these crap for the benefit of people?
Would you like to drink some whiskey with me for the duration of vain negotiations?
Just imagine, my dear

That at the end I'm walking around
Finally stoned under the sky of Berlin  
And at the end I'm falling down     
Just like fucking clown   
I am alone
So help me man, what should I tell her?

Just help me to save the rest of my mind 
When I'm babbling with this pink flamingo in a bar
I was trying to be myself, but I'm looking like a porcupine
So I have to be alienated by your high society

And I'm touching the bottom, you know I'm a champion of this game,
With the bottom of the glass, bottom of the bottle bottom of the ocean
I've got no idea, what's the cause of your fame
But actually I don't even care

And at the end I'm walking around
Finally stoned under the sky of Berlin
And at the end I'm falling down
Just like fucking clown 
I am alone
So help me man, what should I tell her?

And at the end I'm walking around
Finally stoned under the sky of Berlin
And at the end I'm falling down
Just like fucking clown 
I am alone
So help me man, what should I tell her?