The mascaraed blond from the bar at twilight, gets 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 She's held half the world in her arms so say But she up without them with a hole in her heart And she on her clothes, lives her life behind bars
Mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the Black leather crackles and cold water As she touches the of her memory maze
Someone got in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands Nobody knows whose he was on It's a that you take in no man's land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When they turn off the and his fingers uncurl clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your fields Where intensified from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We up without you We wake up you We wake up you
We wake up you a hole in our hearts With a hole in our
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In martens and drunk on sake You stare at in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
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 and the dead 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 the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze