The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze leather crackles, cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
The shadows of men she has 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 on her clothes, lives her life behind bars
Mascaraed from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black leather crackles and 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 knows side he was on It's a that you take in no man's land
Nobody what made him decide To run for freedom and to certain When they turn off the guns and his fingers He's clutching a photograph of a party girl
Come in from your on your lonely roads Come in from ditches in your silent fields 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 up without you
We wake up you a hole in our hearts With a hole in our
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In martens and khaki on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The achiever, the armistice 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 wake up you Yeah, we up without you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze