The blond from the Berliner 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 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 from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets in the haze Black leather crackles and water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
Someone got stranded in no land in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows side he was on It's a risk that you take in no land
Nobody knows what him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When they turn off the and his fingers uncurl He's a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely Come in from your ditches in your silent Where intensified light a rifle sight the darkness 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 head, bottle boy freaks In martens and khaki on sake You stare at yourself in the flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The achiever, the armistice breaker The instructor, the lightning 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 quick and the
We up without you Yeah, we up without you With a hole in our
The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze