The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a leather crackles, cold water runs As she the walls of her memory 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 with a hole in her 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 and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
Someone got stranded in no land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands Nobody knows side he was on It's a risk you take in no man's land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely Come in from ditches in your silent fields Where light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We wake up you We wake up you We up without you
We wake up 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 cruel of dawn Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The achiever, the armistice breaker The free-base instructor, the lightning The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black market mailer, the quick an the The spotlight dancer, the quick and the The and the dead, the quick 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 in a daze