The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black crackles, cold water runs As she the walls of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has known her day She's held half the in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a in her heart And she puts on her clothes, her life behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black leather and cold water 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 It's a risk that you in no man's land
knows what made him decide To run for and to certain suicide When they turn off the and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a party girl
Come in from checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your silent Where intensified light a rifle sight the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We up without you We wake up you
We wake up you a hole in our hearts With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In martens and khaki drunk on You stare at yourself in the cruel of dawn Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the armistice The free-base instructor, the lightning The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black market mailer, the quick an the The dancer, the quick and the dead The and the dead, the quick and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we up without you With a hole in our
The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a