The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has known her day She's half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her life bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar Sighs at the skylight, gets in the haze Black leather and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
Someone got stranded in no land Dancing in the spotlight to the of clapping hands Nobody knows side he was on It's a risk 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 silent Where intensified from a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We wake up you We up without you
We up without you With a in our hearts a hole in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In and khaki drunk on sake You at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
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 black mailer, the quick an the dead The spotlight dancer, the and the dead The quick and the dead, the quick and the
We wake up you Yeah, we up without you a hole in our hearts
The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze