About sex, love and TV
They had to bring me water
I thought that my career is over
But it was a lie

The hotel showed a movie
I fell into the river, I cried and begged for mercy
In this lonesome, dirty town
But I really can't tell you what He told me
I escaped through the window
But it was a lie
Well, I cried and stopped to smile
When I came to in Amsterdam
And I talked to God on the telephone
And talk to God on the telephone
And the dealer boys
But it was a lie
But I really can't tell you what He told me
And no I really can't tell you what He told me

That's why I had to get down
And she and I were fighting
And I talked to God on the telephone
But it was a lie
I pushed myself so hard
But suddenly the room was full of demons
With Marlon Brando and his friend Pacino

I had nowhere to go so I cried and begged for mercy
And the shadows of the street
No I really can't tell you what He told me
And no I really can't tell you what He told me

And I'm sure I can relax now

Almost ran a mile away
I stumbled over mountains
But for a short brief moment
Well, I thought that this is nice
But I really can't tell you what He told me
I thought she was the one

But nothing seems to matter
But it was a lie

But it was a lie
Just like the red light girls