Amsterdam

You and me got the whole day off

Take a trip to Vincent Van Gogh

But the line went half way round the block

And we're looking for a place to rest

Every seat in every bar was set

So we turned back to the grand hotel

And the rain came hard

A million people on a protest March

Every choice, every path was mistaken

You and me got the whole thing sussed

Grey men are shadowing us

Wild conspiracies turn to dust

Hear the sound of cathedral bells

Cash ringing at the gates of hell

And fairground hooligans push and swell

The darkest days of a free man

Lyng in the streets of Amsterdam

I nearly fell underneath a tram

But I picked myself up

Every temptation, and device

All the diamonds and the spice

I would give anything for the sight

Of an honest man

Eyes swim in emptiness

I was looking at a hotel guest

When he blew me a big sarcastic kiss

And the lord walked in with a monocle and lips so thin

I saw the barman wink as he poured his brandy

The darkest days of a free man

Lying in the streets of Amsterdam

I nearly fell underneath a tram

But I picked myself up

Every temptation, and device

All the diamonds and the spice

Who would take profit

From the vice of another man