The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black leather crackles, water runs As she touches the 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 behind bars
Mascaraed from the Berliner bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
Someone got in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping Nobody knows side he was on It's a risk that you in no man's land
knows what made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When they turn off the guns and his uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely Come in from your ditches in silent fields Where intensified from a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We up without you We up without you
We up without you a hole in our hearts With a in our hearts
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In martens and drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the breaker The free-base instructor, the lightning 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 With a hole in our
The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze