We re in Amsterdam

"We're in Amsterdam"

We're in Amsterdam so young and free.
We play with death without a fee!
Smile to face without a caution!
We don't believe in their emotions.

In here we do whatever want.
We are the clubbers, and so what?
"Imperfect" isn't our motto,

'Cuz we're from Amsterdam, so young on photo!

We all dresed up in last "Gaultier".
In hotels' rooms smoking pot with porter.
Full of expensive togs Louis Vuitton bag,
And every guy calling home: "Mom, Dad, I'm fag!"

We are sniffing cocaine from the last magazines
On the cover,of course, Amsterdam in within...
Drinking up whiskey and go to the bar, of course...
We all have the most sinful lover on earth.

But Amsterdam's laughing on us like wind blows,
Everything about us and others he knows!
He will be laughing like this on our graves,
When we end our lifes with a needle in veins!

But all dressed up in last "Gaultier"!

(to Peter Doherty, 2010)