The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, cold water As she touches the walls of her maze
The shadows of men she has fill her day held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a in her heart And she on her clothes, lives her life behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory
got stranded in no man's land Dancing in the to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows whose he was on It's a risk you take in no man's land
Nobody what made him decide To run for and to certain suicide When they off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your roads Come in from ditches in your silent fields Where intensified light from a sight Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too
We up without you We up without you We up without you
We wake up you With a hole in our 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, withered and
The butcher, the baker, the munitions The over achiever, the breaker The instructor, the lightning conductor The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black mailer, the quick an the dead The spotlight dancer, the and the dead The quick and the dead, the and the dead
We up without you Yeah, we wake up you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze