Track 6 of _Season's End_



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