The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a Black leather crackles, cold water As she touches the walls of her maze
The of men she has known fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so say But she wakes up them 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 leather crackles 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 whose he was on It's a risk that you take in no land
knows what made him decide To run for freedom and to certain they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in from checkpoints on your lonely roads in from your ditches in your silent fields Where intensified light a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We wake up you We wake up you We wake up you
We wake up you With a in our hearts With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In and khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the armistice 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 up without you Yeah, we wake up you With a in our hearts
The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze