The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a leather crackles, cold water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held the world 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 life bars
Mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
Someone got stranded in no land Dancing in the spotlight to the 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 they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your silent intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We up without you We up without you We wake up you
We up without you With a in our hearts With a hole in our
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In martens and khaki drunk on You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker 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 and the dead, the quick and the dead
We up without you Yeah, we wake up you With a in our hearts
The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a