The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar 
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze 
Black leather crackles and cold [bad word] 
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 leather crackles and cold [bad word] 
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 who's side he was on 
It's a risk that you take in no man's land 
Nobody knows what made him decide 
 [bad word] 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 
 [bad word] in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads  [bad word] in from your ditches in your silent fields 
Where intensified light from a rifle sight 
Makes the darkness day 
And the day too bright, 

And 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, [bad word] on sake 
You stare at yourself in the [bad word] flush of dawn 
Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and drawn 
The butcher, the baker, the munitions maker 
The over-achiever, the armistice breaker 
The freebase [bad word]  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 
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