Amsterdam

I thought she was the one
No I really can't tell you what He told me
But it was a lie

And I talked to God on the telephone
And the shadows of the street
But it was a lie

And I'm sure I can relax now
They had to bring me water
I escaped through the window
But it was a lie
With Marlon Brando and his friend Pacino
Well, I thought that this is nice
And the dealer boys
But it was a lie
But suddenly the room was full of demons
Almost ran a mile away

But I really can't tell you what He told me
Just like the red light girls
But it was a lie
But I really can't tell you what He told me

I stumbled over mountains

But nothing seems to matter
When I came to in Amsterdam

That's why I had to get down

Well, I cried and stopped to smile
But I really can't tell you what He told me
And she and I were fighting
But for a short brief moment
And talk to God on the telephone
About sex, love and TV
I fell into the river, I cried and begged for mercy

In this lonesome, dirty town

And no I really can't tell you what He told me
And I talked to God on the telephone
I thought that my career is over
And no I really can't tell you what He told me
I had nowhere to go so I cried and begged for mercy
The hotel showed a movie
I pushed myself so hard