The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a leather crackles, cold water runs As she touches the of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her life behind
blond from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets in the haze leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the of her memory maze
Someone got stranded in no man's Dancing in the spotlight to the of clapping hands knows whose side he was on It's a risk that you in no man's land
knows what made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers He's a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your on your lonely roads Come in from ditches in your silent fields intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We wake up you We up without you
We up without you With a in our hearts With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In martens and drunk on sake You stare at in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the armistice The instructor, the lightning conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The market mailer, the quick an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we wake up you With a hole in our
The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze