The mascaraed blond from the bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
The shadows of men she has known her day She's held half the world in her so they say But she wakes up them with a hole in her heart And she on her clothes, lives her life behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles and cold water As she touches the walls of her memory
Someone got in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands Nobody knows whose he was on It's a risk you take in no man's land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for and to certain suicide When turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party
Come in from your checkpoints on lonely roads Come in from your ditches in silent fields Where light from a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We wake up you We wake up you We wake up you
We up without you With a hole in our With a hole in our
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In martens and khaki on sake You stare at in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the breaker The instructor, the lightning conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black market mailer, the quick an the The spotlight dancer, the quick and the The and the dead, the quick and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we wake up you With a in our hearts
The mascaraed blond from the bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze