The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a Black crackles, cold water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so say But she wakes up without them 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 cold water As she touches the walls of her memory
Someone got stranded in no man's Dancing in the spotlight to the of clapping hands Nobody whose side he was on It's a risk that you take in no land
Nobody what made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When they turn off the and his fingers uncurl He's a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from ditches in your silent fields Where intensified light a rifle sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We up without you We up without you We wake up you
We wake up you a hole in our hearts With a hole in our
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In martens and khaki on sake You stare at yourself in the 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 market mailer, the quick an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we up without you With a hole in our
The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a