The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a leather crackles, cold water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
The of men she has known fill her day held 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, her life behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles and water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
Someone got stranded in no land Dancing in the to the sound of clapping hands Nobody whose side he was on a risk that you take in no man's land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for freedom and to certain When turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from ditches in your silent fields 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 wake up you a hole in our hearts With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In martens and khaki drunk on You stare at yourself in the cruel of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the breaker 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 and the dead, the quick and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we up without you With a in our hearts
The blond from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze