The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a Black leather crackles, cold water As she touches the walls of her maze
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held half the world in her so they say But she up without them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
Someone got stranded in no land Dancing in the to the sound of clapping hands Nobody whose side he was on It's a risk that you take in no land
Nobody knows what made him To run for freedom and to certain When they turn off the and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin girl
Come in from your on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your silent Where intensified light a rifle sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We up without you We up without you We wake up you
We wake up you With a in our hearts With a hole in our
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In martens and khaki on sake You stare at yourself in the flush of dawn Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the armistice The free-base instructor, the lightning The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black mailer, the quick an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the quick and the
We wake up you Yeah, we wake up you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze