Born in 1938, a good year for the Reich   She could not participate, she didn't have the right   For she was fatherless in the fatherland      Now it's 1966, Andrew's up to all his tricks   And when Brian Jones is near, Nico doesn't feel so queer   She's in the shit, though she's innocent      Yesterday is gone, there's just today, no tomorrow   Yesterday is gone, there's just today, no more      Now it's Andy Warhol's time, mystic 60's on a dime   Though she kinda likes Lou Reed, doesn't really have the need   Already in the shit, though she's innocent      And now she doesn't know what it is she wants   And where she wants to go and will Deleon be still a cunt   Yes, she's in the shit, though she is innocent      Yesterday is gone, there's just today, no tomorrow   Yesterday is gone, there's just today, no more   Yesterday is gone, there's just today, no tomorrow   Yesterday is gone, there's just today, no more