VERSE 1

You and me got the whole day off, take a trip to Vincent Van Gogh,But the line went half way round the block. And we're looking for a place to rest, every seat in every bar was set, So we turned back to the Grand Hotel.

And the rain came hard, a million people on a protest march,every choice, every path was mistaken.

VERSE 2

You and me got the whole thing sussed, Grey men are shadowing us, Wild conspiracies turn to dust,
Hear the sound of Cathedral bells, cash ringing at the gates of hell,And fairground hooligans push and swell,


CHORUS
The darkest days of a free man lying in the streets of Amsterdam I nearly fell underneath a tram but I picked myself up.
Every temptation and device, All the diamonds and the spice I would give anything for the sight of an honest man.


VERSE 3
Eyes swim in the emptiness, I was looking at a hotel guest when he blew me a big sarcastic kiss,

And the Lord walked in with a monocle and lips so thin
I saw the barman wink as he poured his brandy.


CHORUS

The darkest days of a free man lying in the streets of Amsterdam I nearly fell underneath a tram but I picked myself up.

Every temptation and device, All the diamonds and the spice Who would take profit from the vice of another man.