Hagen Im Garten

We’ll look like Nina Hagen

When we come in, in the morning

We’ll look like Nina Hagen

When we come in from the garden

Time devoured our gyrations

Of long nights out being brazen

Catch ourselves in the bathroom

Cold light frames our reflection

We’ll look like Nina Hagen

When we come in, in the morning

We’ll look like Nina Hagen

When we come in from the garden

Cycling down the empty road

Taps keep playing to the sound of the radio

Look what the cat’s dragged in

A Boadicea for the new age

Look what the cat’s dragged in

Softly goes with the door key

We’ll look like Nina Hagen

When we come in, in the morning

We’ll look like Nina Hagen

When we come in from the garden

Cycling down the empty road

Taps keep playing to the sound of the radio

We’ll look like Nina Hagen

When we come in, in the morning

We’ll look like Nina Hagen

When we come in from the garden