The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black leather crackles, 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 up without them with a hole in her heart And she on her clothes, lives her life behind bars
Mascaraed from the Berliner bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles and cold runs As she the walls of her memory maze
got stranded in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands Nobody knows whose he was on It's a risk that you take in no land
Nobody what made him decide To run for and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a party girl
in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your fields Where light from a rifle sight the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We wake up you We up without you
We up without you With a hole in our a hole in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In and khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The achiever, the armistice breaker The instructor, the lightning conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The market mailer, the quick an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the quick and the
We wake up you Yeah, we up without you With a in our hearts
The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a