The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a Black leather crackles, water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
The of men she has known fill her day She's half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black leather crackles and water runs As she touches the 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 you take in no man's land
knows what 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 Berlin girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your roads Come in your ditches in your silent fields Where intensified from a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We up without you We up without you
We wake up you With a in our hearts With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In martens and khaki drunk on You stare at yourself in the cruel of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the armistice The free-base instructor, the conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black mailer, the quick an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We up without you Yeah, we wake up you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a