Amsterdam life

Someone stole my bike
Because I didn’t chain him well
I’m used to cycling here
In order not to feel like a stranger
Puppies in the cocoon streets
I smeared the shoe with shit
They want to bite me in the dark
In order not to feel like a stranger

They smoke marijuana in the bar (what’s the matter?)
Or they drink some drugs off their feet
I slept under the bar that night
In order not to feel like a stranger

There are no Dutch here at all
All Arabs, blacks and Chinese
People don’t sleep there at all
They just shout and fuck
There are whores sitting in the shop window
They hear, smoke, watch passers-by
They sit naked or in negligee
Customers to get closer to them

They smoke marijuana in the bar
Or they drink some drugs off their feet
I slept under the bar that night
In order not to feel like a stranger

I’m looking for my baby on the channel
Where they walk on water with a boat
I swam behind the boat all day
In order not to feel like a stranger
Crowds, hustle and bustle everywhere
You have no idea who the stranger is here
I became an Amsterdamer
In order not to feel like a stranger

They smoke marijuana in the bar
Or they drink some drugs off their feet
I slept under the bar that night
In order not to feel like a stranger

In the city of Amsterdam
You can find a lot of fun
The Dam square and Laitce plain
This is something I can’t explain
There is a crowd crazy and loud
In a distance I hear a drum
Calling me to come to
Amsterdam

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