Intro: G G C G C G

       C                                                  G
When all of the squats have been turned into gallery spaces
           C                                                G
and the punks out on the corner, what's that look on their faces?
          C                                                 G
It says; "What do we do, now that all of the yuppies replaced us?"
       C                                                     C
Don't worry my brother there's just one world,
                            G
but many, many, many places

Chorus
Em          D               C
Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
C                D                 G
Please, don't be. My Friend.
Em          D               C
Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
C                  D                 G        
Im going back to Mitte Again

D     G

      C                                          G
We've finally reached the point of super saturation
     C                                               G
Our feet in the water that stands in for a border of light
    C                                                      G
Condemn and construct distrupt and give up then just sit down
     C                                                      C
Don't worry my brother there's just one ocean
                               G
But many many ways to displace it

Chorus
Em          D              C
Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
C              D                  G
Please, don't be. My Friend.
Em          D               C
Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
C                   D                 G        
Im going back to Mitte Again

D   Em    D     Em   C    G

I made a corporate mess
You did a free-lance shit
In the cosmic fabric of reality split;
Like a brain in two, the left and right
The voice of reason, the noise of might
Wie cann ich diese veld mit magie koncorllieren?
Don't worry my brother, don't worry my sister
Don't worry my land locked wayward drifters

Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
Please, don't be. My Friend
Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, (Bitter)
Im going back to Mitte Again