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