The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a Black crackles, cold water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
The of men she has known fill her day held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her life behind
Mascaraed blond from the bar Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the Black crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
Someone got stranded in no man's Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands Nobody whose side he was on It's a risk that you take in no man's
Nobody knows what him decide To run for freedom and to certain When turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your roads Come in from your ditches in your fields Where intensified light a rifle sight the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We wake up you We wake up you
We up without you With a hole in our With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In martens and khaki drunk on You stare at yourself in the cruel of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
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 spotlight dancer, the and the dead The and the dead, the quick and the dead
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