The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a Black crackles, cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's half 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 bars
Mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets in the haze Black leather crackles and water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
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 that you take in no man's land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in from checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your silent Where intensified light a rifle sight the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We up without you We wake up you
We up without you With a in our hearts a hole in our hearts
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In martens and drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the breaker The free-base instructor, the lightning The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The market mailer, the quick an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The and the dead, the quick and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we wake up you With a hole in our
The blond from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze