The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, dressed 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 half the world in her arms so they say But she up without them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the Black leather crackles and water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
Someone got stranded in no man's Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands Nobody knows side he was on It's a that you take in no man's land
Nobody knows what made him To run for and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers He's a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your fields Where intensified light 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 up without you a hole in our hearts With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In martens and khaki on sake You stare at yourself in the flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
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 market mailer, the an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The and the dead, the quick and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we wake up you With a hole in our
The blond from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze