Berlin

The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar
 Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze
 Black leather crackles and cold water runs
 As she touches the walls of memory maze
 And the shadows of men she has known fill her day
 She's held half the world in her arms so they say
 But she wakes up without them with a hole in her heart
 And she puts on her clothes, lives her life behind bars
 The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar
 Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the haze
 Black leader crackles and cold water runs
 As she touches the walls of her memory maze
 Someone got stranded in no man's land
 Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands
 Nobody knows whose side he was on
 It's a risk that you take in no man's land
 Nobody knows what made him decide
 To run for freedom and to certain suicide
 When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl
 He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
 Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads
 Come in from your ditches in your silent fields
 Where intensified light from a rifle sight
 Makes the darkness day
 And the day too bright, too bright
 And we wake up without you
 We wake up without you
 We wake up without you
 We wake up without you
 With a hole in our hearts
 You mad dog shaven head bottle boy freaks
 In Martens and khaki, drunk on sake
 You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn
 Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and drawn
 The butcher, the baker, the munitions maker
 The over achiever, the armistice breaker
 The free-base instructor, the lightning conductor
 The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the tailor
 The black market mailer
 The quick and the dead
 The spotlight dancer
 The quick and the dead
 The quick and the dead
 The quick and the dead
 We wake up without you
 We wake up without you
 With a hole in our hearts
 The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar
 Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze