Berlin Chair Paul Dempsey

If half of what I'm sayin', what I'm sayin' is true
Will you rub my head and make it all shiny and new?
Would you drag my coat-tails, drag my coat-tails down?
And I'll be the only cold-assed king around

If you wait, I'll give all my aches to you
Take the chance to ignore what you're going through
And my cold hand will be there for you to take
I'm your Berlin chair, won't you lean on me 'til I break?

I'll ignore each golden, draggin' kiss you can give
On the blankest face that you ever had to forgive
If you see my fallings, see my failings through
I'm the re-run that you'll always force yourself to sit through

If you wait, I'll give all my aches to you
Take the chance to ignore what you're going through
My cold hand is there for you to take
I'm your Berlin chair, won't you lean on me 'til I break?
Oh you're too late, too late, too late, too late...