The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, cold runs As she the walls of her memory maze
The of men she has known fill her day held half the world in her arms so they say But she up without them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, her life behind bars
Mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets in the haze Black leather and cold water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
Someone got stranded in no man's Dancing in the spotlight to the of clapping hands Nobody knows whose he was on It's a risk that you take in no man's
Nobody knows what made him To run for and to certain suicide When they off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your 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 wake up 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 and khaki drunk on sake You at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The achiever, the armistice breaker The free-base instructor, the 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 and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we wake up you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed blond from the bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze