The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze Black leather crackles, cold runs As she the walls of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has known her day She's half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a hole in her And she on her clothes, lives her life behind bars
blond from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black leather crackles and cold runs As she the walls of her memory maze
Someone got stranded in no man's in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows whose 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 When they turn off the and his fingers uncurl He's a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on lonely roads Come in from ditches in your silent fields Where intensified light a rifle sight Makes the day and the day too bright, too bright
We wake up 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 shaven head, boy freaks In and khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel of dawn Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker The achiever, the armistice breaker The free-base instructor, the lightning The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The black market mailer, the an the dead The spotlight dancer, the and the dead The and the dead, the quick and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we up without you With a in our hearts
The mascaraed blond from the bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze