Wandering around the streets of St. Pauli
the day after Lou Reed died
Maybe it's true now that the music's really over
still I never felt so alive
singin to all of you
all that I know I'm singin to all of you
Cracked whores smokin stones and decomposin beatle bones
remind me of the memories that I never known
and I'm not alone, wherever I'm goin I got you
All of you, Halle-Lou
Wonderin around the backstreets of Schöneberg
when suddenly what do we see?
Some Afgani gangsters pukin in the alley
where Iggy, Lou and Davy used to be
singin to all of you
all that they knew they're singin to all of you
I remember when you could depend on a friend
to pick up the phone instead of just textin
I'm vexin around and all that I found's I still got you babe
All of you, Hallelujah
Hallelujah! And AEIOU-ya!
All of you, ya
and baby I love you!