The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze leather crackles, cold water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has known her day held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her life bars
blond from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black leather crackles and water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
Someone got in no man's land Dancing in the to the sound of clapping hands Nobody whose side he was on It's a risk that you take in no man's
Nobody what made him decide To run for freedom and to certain When they off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a party girl
Come in from checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your in your silent fields Where intensified from a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We wake up you We up without you We wake up you
We wake up 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, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the armistice The free-base instructor, the lightning 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 up without you Yeah, we wake up you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze