The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black leather crackles, water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
The of men she has known fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so say But she wakes up without them with a in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her life bars
blond from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets in the haze Black leather crackles and cold runs As she touches the walls of her maze
Someone got in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands Nobody knows whose 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 He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party
Come in from checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in your ditches in your silent fields Where intensified light from a sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We up without 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 khaki drunk on You stare at in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the breaker The free-base instructor, the conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black market mailer, the quick an the 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 in our hearts
The mascaraed from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze