The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a Black leather crackles, water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has fill her day held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her life bars
Mascaraed blond the Berliner bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles and cold water As she the walls of her memory maze
got stranded in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping knows whose side he was on It's a risk that you in no man's land
Nobody knows what made him To run for freedom and to suicide When turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your in your silent fields intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We wake up you We wake up you We up without you
We up without you a hole in our hearts With a hole in our
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In martens and drunk on sake You at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions 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 quick and the
We up without you Yeah, we up without you With a hole in our
The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a