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 shadows of men she has known 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 puts on her clothes, lives her behind bars
Mascaraed from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the Black leather crackles and cold water As she the walls of her memory maze
Someone got stranded in no land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping knows whose side he was on It's a risk you take in no man's land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for and to certain 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 roads in from your 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 wake up you We wake up you
We wake up you With a hole in our With a hole in our
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In martens and drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the armistice The instructor, the lightning conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black market mailer, the 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 a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a