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 her 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 an 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 who's 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 you 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 & 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
[JOHN HELMER and STEVE
HOGARTH]
