The blond from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black crackles, cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
The of men she has known fill her day She's held the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her behind bars
Mascaraed from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
Someone got stranded in no man's Dancing in the to the sound of clapping hands Nobody whose side he was on It's a that 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 clutching a photograph of a Berlin party
Come in your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in your ditches in your silent fields Where intensified light a rifle sight the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright
We wake up you We wake up you We up without you
We wake up you With a hole in our a hole in our hearts
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In martens and drunk on sake You stare at in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the armistice The free-base instructor, the conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The market mailer, the quick an the dead The spotlight dancer, the and the dead The quick and the dead, the quick and the
We up without you Yeah, we wake up you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze