The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a Black leather crackles, water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held half the in her arms so they say But she wakes up without with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black leather crackles and cold runs As she the walls of her memory maze
got stranded in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the of clapping hands Nobody knows side he was on a risk that you take in no man's land
Nobody knows made him decide To run for freedom and to certain When they turn off the guns and his uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party
Come in your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from ditches in your silent fields Where light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We up without you We wake up you We up without you
We wake up you With a hole in our 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, 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 black mailer, the quick an the dead 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 blond from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze