[Verse 1]
Am Dm Am
I followed you over the border down to the Spree
Am Dm G C
You were standing alone by the water waiting for me
Am Dm E Am
We wandered along by the river, the towers all shrouded in haze
Dm Am
& we kissed by the wire and they all held their fire
E Am
In the good old bad old days
G C
Just remember how lovely it couldn’t have been
F C
When the world was as closed as a door
Dm Am
I remember those nights down in old east Berlin
E E7
With the microphones listening under the floor
G C
And every stamp in this passport of mine
F C
Was a record of kisses you gave
Dm Am
Yes we suffered in style and its all in the file
E Am
In the good old bad old days
[Chorus]
Am
Yai dei dei, dei dei dei, dei dei dei da dei dei
Dm Am
Ya dei da dei dei dei dei
Dm Am
Ya dei dei dei,ya dei da dei
E Am
Ya da dei dei dei dei dei
[Verse 2]
Am Dm Am
All the streetlights were waltzing together, crimson & green
Am Dm G C
& your dress was as gray as the weather, oh what a dream
Am Dm E Am
We built up a city of whispers and classified war dossiers
Dm Am
I gave you control of my papers and soul
E Am
In the good old bad old days
G C
Ah yes wasn’t it miserable, wasn’t it grand?
F C
When the world had an iron divide
Dm Am
And people could take a political stand
E E7
Just by singing a song for the opposite side
G C F C
Now nobody cares who you are anymore and nobody cares what you say
Dm Am
Its libertys curse, but was it really much worse
E Am
In the good old bad old days?
[Chorus]
Am
Yai dei dei, dei dei dei, dei dei dei da dei dei
Dm Am
Ya dei da dei dei dei dei
Dm Am
Ya dei dei dei,ya dei da dei
E Am
Ya da dei dei dei dei dei
[Verse 3]
Am Dm Am
Now Alyosha is gathering flowers every May
Am Dm G C
& the statue of Marx by the tower faces away
Am Dm E Am
By the wall is a souvenir table with hammers & sickles displayed
Dm Am
On new watches, that work, and they-re sold by a Turk
E Am
In these good old bad new days
G C
Now I’m working for Euros and drinking alone
F C
Where we used to spend marks at the bar
Dm Am
And the weeds have grown over the border of stone
E E7
That cuts through the town like a surgical scar
G C
And so many streets on this faded old map
F C
Are like names written over a grave
Dm Am
It all makes me so mad cause it wasnt that bad
E Am
In the good old bad old days
[Outro]
Am Dm Am
So dont look for a final solution here in Berlin
Am Dm G C
For capitalist prostitution comes from within
Am Dm E Am
Don’t worry about revolution we’ll just keep the aesthetic cliches
Dm Am
In this market of fleas, selling klezmer CDs
E Am
For the good old bad old days
G C
So genossen, tavarishi, let’s make a toast
F C
To the time when the state knew your name
Dm Am
And we-ll all say -lchaim-, -na zdrovye- und -Prost-
E E7
To that braver old world where we all are the same
G C
Where nobody loses & everyone wins
F C
Just as long as each comrade obeys
Dm Am
But thats all in the past so lets raise up a glass
E Am
To the good old bad old days
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