The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze leather crackles, cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
The shadows of men she has known her day She's held half the in her arms so they say But she up without them with a hole in her heart And she on her clothes, lives her life behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the Black crackles and cold water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
Someone got in no man's land in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows whose he was on It's a risk you take in no man's land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party
Come in from your on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in silent fields intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We up without you We wake up you We up without you
We wake up you With a in our hearts With a hole in our
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy 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 lightning The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The market 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 in our hearts
The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze