Amsterdam

I was down in Amsterdam

Almost hurt myself to death

I pushed myself so hard just like the redlight girls

Well I cried and stopped to smile

I thought my career was over

And the dealer boys they had to bring me water

I stumbled over mountains

And the shadows of the street

I fell into the river

I cried and begged for mercy

And I talked to God on the telephone

But I really can't tell you what he told me

But it was a lie

No I really can't tell you what he told me

But it was a lie

When I came to Amsterdam

The hotel showed a movie

With Marlon Brando and his friend Pacino

Well I thought that this is nice

And I'm sure I can relax now

But suddenly the room was full of demons

I escaped through the window

Almost ran a mile away

I had nowhere to go

So I cried and begged for mercy

And I talked to God on the telephone

But I really can't tell you what he told me

But it was a lie

No I really can't tell you what he told me

But it was a lie

But nothing seems to matter

In this lonesome dirty town

But for a short brief moment

I thought she was the one

And she and I were fighting

About sex, love and TV

That's why I had to get down

And talk to God on the telephone

But I really can't tell you what he told me

But it was a lie

No I really can't tell you what he told me

But it was a lie