The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, cold water As she the walls of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so say But she wakes up them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her life behind
Mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black crackles and cold water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
got stranded in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands knows whose side he was on It's a that you take in no man's land
Nobody knows what made him To run for and to certain suicide When they turn off the and his fingers uncurl clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your in your silent fields Where intensified light from a sight the darkness 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 in our hearts a hole in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In martens and khaki on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker The achiever, the armistice breaker The free-base instructor, the lightning The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black mailer, the quick an the dead The spotlight dancer, the quick and the The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we wake up you With a in our hearts
The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze