The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a Black crackles, cold water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
The shadows of men she has known her day She's held half the in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them a hole in her heart And she on her clothes, lives her life behind bars
blond from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black leather crackles and cold runs As she touches the walls of her maze
Someone got in no man's land Dancing in the to the sound of clapping 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 freedom and to certain When turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on lonely roads Come in your ditches in your silent fields intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We wake up you We wake up you We wake up you
We up without you With a hole in our With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In martens and khaki drunk on You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the armistice The free-base instructor, the conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black market mailer, the quick an the The spotlight dancer, the quick and the The quick and the dead, the quick and the
We up without you Yeah, we up without you With a in our hearts
The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze