The mascaraed blond from the bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
The of men she has known fill her day She's held half the world in her so they say But she up without them with a hole in her heart And she on her clothes, lives her life behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles and cold water As she the walls of her memory maze
Someone got stranded in no man's Dancing in the spotlight to the of clapping hands Nobody knows whose he was on It's a risk that you take in no man's
Nobody knows what him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When they off the guns and his fingers uncurl clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your fields Where intensified light a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We wake up you We up without you
We wake up you a hole in our hearts With a hole in our
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In martens and drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the flush of dawn Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker The achiever, the armistice breaker 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 and the dead, the quick and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we up without you With a in our hearts
The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a