The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black crackles, cold water runs As she touches the 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 puts on her clothes, her life behind bars
Mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black crackles and cold water runs As she touches the of her memory maze
Someone got in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the of clapping hands Nobody whose side he was on It's a risk that you take in no man's
Nobody knows made him decide To run for and to certain suicide they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on 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 up without you We up without you We wake up you
We wake up you With a in our hearts a hole in our hearts
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In and khaki drunk on sake You at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, eyed, withered 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 market mailer, the quick an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we wake up you With a in our hearts
The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze