The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black leather crackles, water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held half the world in her so they say But she wakes up without them with a in her heart And she puts on her clothes, her life behind bars
blond from the Berliner 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 that you in no man's land
Nobody knows what made him To run for and to certain suicide When they off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your in your silent fields Where intensified from a rifle sight the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright
We wake up you We wake up you We up without you
We wake up you With a hole in our a hole in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In and khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of Terrified, eyed, withered 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 black market mailer, the an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We up without you Yeah, we wake up you With a hole in our
The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a