I was down in Amsterdam   Almost hurt myself to death   I pushed myself so hard   Just like the red light girls      Well, I cried and stopped to smile   I thought that my career is 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   And no I really can't tell you what He told me   But it was a lie      When I came to in 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   And 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