The mascaraed from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black crackles, cold water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held half the in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black crackles and cold 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 clapping Nobody whose side he was on It's a that you take in no man's land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for and to certain suicide When they turn off the and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your fields Where intensified from a rifle sight the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright
We wake up you We up without you We up without you
We wake up you With a hole in our a hole in our hearts
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In martens and drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the armistice The free-base instructor, the conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The market mailer, the quick an the dead The spotlight dancer, the quick and the The and the dead, the quick and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we wake up you With a in our hearts
The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze