The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a Black leather crackles, cold 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 arms so say But she wakes up without them a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, her life behind bars
Mascaraed from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
got stranded in no man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of hands Nobody whose side he was on It's a risk that you in no man's land
Nobody what made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide When they turn off the guns and his uncurl He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in your fields Where intensified light from a rifle the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright
We up without you We wake up you We up without you
We up without you a hole in our hearts With a hole in our
You mad dog head, bottle boy freaks In martens and khaki on sake You stare at yourself in the flush of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the breaker The instructor, the lightning conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black market mailer, the quick an the The dancer, the quick and the dead The quick and the dead, the quick and the
We up without you Yeah, we up without you a hole in our hearts
The blond from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze