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 and bagged 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 and bagged 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