Katzenjammer A Bar In Amsterdam
Nine hours passed and how long will it last said the man with the plan and a gun in his hand. He s scared but prepared it might be as he feared, are they still in control, and safe behind the wall. This evening s too quiet, oh we need a real riot to shake and to break and to bite like a snake. We re stuck in this attic so bored and so static, tomorrow they ll ask us to throw off our masks. But the storm is a coming cross the hills tonight, like a vain full of rain to the hearts that should fight. The storm is a coming cross the hills tonight, like a vain full of rain to the hearts that should fight. Mary s like me, she s a loser to be, got a lock on her door and a bed on the floor. They will know they will win and then they ll come in. There s nothing you could say to lead them astray. We still live in silence like sworn threats of violence. I long for an end and it s coming round the bend. If we live through this night and we d still be allright. We d flee to Siam or a bar in Amsterdam.
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