The mascaraed blond from the bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, cold water As she touches the walls of her memory
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held half the world in her 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 from the Berliner bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles and cold runs As she the walls of her memory maze
Someone got stranded in no land Dancing in the to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows whose he was on It's a that you take in no man's land
Nobody knows what made him To run for and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely Come in your ditches in your silent fields Where intensified light from a rifle the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright
We wake up you We up without you We up without you
We wake up you With a in our hearts a hole in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In and khaki drunk on sake You stare at in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the breaker The instructor, the lightning conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black market mailer, the an the dead The spotlight dancer, the quick and the The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we up without you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed blond from the bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze