The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black leather crackles, cold water As she the walls of her memory maze
The of men she has known fill her day She's held the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, her life behind bars
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 clapping knows whose side he was on It's a risk that you take in no land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When they off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party
Come in from your checkpoints on your roads in from your ditches in your silent fields Where intensified light from a rifle Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We up without you We up without you
We up without you With a in our hearts With a hole in our
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In martens and drunk on sake You at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the maker The achiever, the armistice breaker The free-base instructor, the 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 quick and the
We wake up you Yeah, we wake up you With a hole in our
The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze