Come all you scions of old-time Berlin   With nights of intolerance soon to begin   Feel the lights dim      After the rally’s done wolf becomes faun   Sharing a cigarette in your salon—he tries your boots on   Despite the times you feel quite liberal   You even prefer negro spirituals over Ophuls      Run for cover, you’ll find your lover there   As a shot splits the air   Tell me what you did there—alone or in pairs   With your body bare   Tell me how long you stared before you said yes      You must show no feelings for him tho’ it’s not fair   But these are the uniforms that we must wear   And you wouldn’t dare to resist the order   The fighting is savage the contest is brief   The bloodshed is localized and yet you feel grief in that sweet relief      Run for cover…      A war’s a human thing and to each man it brings   The ability to walk in straight lines   But these lines, they can and do break   If only just to show there’s only so much loyalty a man can take   Loyal to his beliefs he wears what suits him ‘til   He takes them off and shows, and shows what’s underneath   A man who is most beautiful when he’s free      Run for cover…      Tell me what you did there alone or in pairs    Under a nom de guerre   Tell what you did to stop the nightmare   Tell me what you did there   Did to stop the nightmare?   Fortune prefers one who dares   Tell me what you did there