The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze 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 world in her arms so say But she wakes up without with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, her life behind bars
Mascaraed from the Berliner bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles and water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
got stranded in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands Nobody knows 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 turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely Come in from your ditches in your fields Where intensified light a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We up without you We wake up you
We wake up you a hole in our hearts With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In martens and drunk on sake You at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the breaker The free-base instructor, the conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black mailer, the quick an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The and the dead, the quick and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we up without you With a hole in our
The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze