The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black leather crackles, water runs As she touches the walls of her 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 without 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, lost in the haze Black leather crackles and water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
Someone got in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the of clapping hands Nobody whose side he was on It's a risk that you take in no land
Nobody what made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When they turn off the guns and his uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your roads Come in from your ditches in your silent Where intensified from a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We up without you We up without you
We up without you a hole in our hearts With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In martens and khaki drunk on You stare at yourself in the flush of dawn Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker The achiever, the armistice breaker The free-base instructor, the conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black market mailer, the an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the quick and the
We up without you Yeah, we wake up you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a