The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black leather crackles, water runs As she touches the of her memory 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, her life behind bars
Mascaraed from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets in the haze Black crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
Someone got in no man's land Dancing in the to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows side he was on It's a risk you take in no man's land
knows what made him decide To run for and to certain suicide When they off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely Come in from your in your silent fields Where intensified light from a rifle Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We up without you We wake up you We wake up you
We up without you With a hole in our 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, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the breaker The free-base instructor, the lightning 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 wake up you Yeah, we wake up you With a in our hearts
The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze