The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black crackles, cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
The of men she has known fill her day held 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 life behind
Mascaraed 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
got stranded in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands knows whose side he was on It's a risk 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 clutching a photograph of a Berlin girl
Come in your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your fields intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We wake up 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 martens and khaki drunk on You stare at in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the armistice The free-base instructor, the lightning 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 and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we wake up you a hole in our hearts
The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze