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...