The mascaraed from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, cold water As she touches the walls of her memory
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's 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 from the Berliner bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles and cold runs As she touches the walls of her memory
Someone got stranded in no man's in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody whose side he was on a risk that you take in no man's land
Nobody knows what him decide To run for freedom and to certain When they turn off the guns and his uncurl clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your silent intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We wake up you We wake up you We wake up you
We up without you With a in our hearts With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In and khaki drunk on sake You stare at in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the maker 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 spotlight dancer, the 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 from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze