The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets 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 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 behind
Mascaraed from the Berliner bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black crackles and cold water runs As she touches the of her memory maze
Someone got 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 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 clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your roads Come in from your ditches in silent fields Where intensified light a rifle sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We up without you We wake up you We wake up you
We up without you With a hole in our With a hole in our
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In martens and khaki on sake You at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the armistice The instructor, the lightning conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The market mailer, the quick an the dead The spotlight dancer, the quick and the The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We up without you Yeah, we up without you With a hole in our
The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze