The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black leather crackles, water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so say But she wakes up without them with a hole in her And she puts on her clothes, her life behind bars
Mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the Black leather and cold water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
Someone got in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands Nobody whose side he was on It's a risk that you take in no man's
Nobody knows what made him To run for freedom and to suicide they 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 in from your ditches in your silent fields Where light 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 hole in our
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In and khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
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 spotlight dancer, the quick and the The quick and the dead, the quick and the
We up without you Yeah, we wake up you With a in our hearts
The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze