The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
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 life behind
Mascaraed blond from the bar Sighs at the skylight, gets 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 of clapping hands knows whose side he was on It's a risk that you in no man's land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When they turn off the guns and his uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a party girl
Come in your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your silent intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We up without you We wake up you We up without you
We up without you a hole in our hearts With a 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, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the breaker The free-base instructor, the conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black mailer, the quick an the dead The spotlight dancer, the quick and the The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We up without you Yeah, we wake up you With a in our hearts
The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a