The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black crackles, cold water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
The shadows of men she has known her day She's held half the world in her so they say But she up without them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her behind bars
blond from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
Someone got stranded in no land in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody whose side he was on It's a risk that you take in no man's
Nobody what made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin girl
Come in from your on your lonely roads Come in your ditches in your silent fields 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 up without you
We up without you a hole in our hearts With a hole in our
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In martens and drunk on sake You at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the armistice The instructor, the lightning conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The market mailer, the quick an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We up without you Yeah, we wake up you With a hole in our
The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a