The blond from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, water runs As she touches the of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has known her day She's half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a hole in her And she puts on her clothes, lives her behind bars
Mascaraed from the Berliner bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather and cold water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
Someone got stranded in no man's in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows whose he was on It's a risk that you in no man's land
Nobody knows what made him To run for and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin girl
Come in from your on your lonely roads Come in your ditches in your silent fields Where intensified from a rifle sight the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We up without you We wake up you
We up without you With a hole in our 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, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the armistice The instructor, the lightning conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black market mailer, the quick an the The dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we up without you With a hole in our
The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze