The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze leather crackles, cold water runs As she touches the of her memory maze
The of men she has known fill her day She's held half the world in her so they say But she wakes up without them with a in her heart And she puts on her clothes, her life behind bars
Mascaraed from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets in the haze Black leather and cold water runs As she touches the of her memory maze
Someone got in no man's land in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody whose side he was on It's a risk you take in no man's land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for freedom and to certain When they 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 intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We wake up you We up without you We wake up you
We wake up you With a hole in our a hole in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In martens and drunk on sake You stare at 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 quick and the The and the dead, the quick and the dead
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