The blond from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, cold runs As she touches the walls of her memory
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held half the in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a hole in her And she puts on her clothes, lives her life behind
blond from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the Black leather crackles and cold water As she touches the walls of her memory
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 knows made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely in from your 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 hole in our
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In martens and khaki drunk on You stare at yourself in the flush 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 mailer, the quick an the dead The spotlight dancer, the quick and the The and the dead, the quick and the dead
We up without you Yeah, we up without you With a in our hearts
The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze