The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, cold water As she touches the walls of her memory
The shadows of men she has known her day held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her life bars
blond from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets in the haze Black leather crackles and cold runs As she touches the walls of her memory
Someone got stranded in no man's 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 made him decide To run for and to certain suicide When they turn off the and his fingers uncurl clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in 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 wake up you We wake up you
We wake up you With a hole in our With a hole in our
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In martens and khaki drunk on You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the breaker The free-base instructor, the lightning The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The market mailer, the quick an the dead The spotlight dancer, the and the dead The and the dead, the quick and the dead
We up without you Yeah, we up without you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze