Amsterdam

I was sitting in a bar in the port of Amsterdam
I was just a little boy
I was just a little boy
I saw an old man sitting in the corner
With an broken record there
I was playing with my toys
I was playing with the loaded gun

I dont know what it is that had come over me
I pushed it to the edge and i couldn't talk
And then i'd start to scream
I dont what it is that had come over me
I just wanna pull over on this road
The mediocrity

I said 'whoa there sonny, I got a hole in my stomach'
I was just a little boy
I was just a little boy
I said 'whoa there sonny, I got a hole in my stomach
I was just a little boy
Playing with my fathers loaded gun

I was sitting in a bar in the port of Amsterdam
I was just a little boy
I was just a little boy
I walked up on the stage
And stumbled off again
Oh the sun is going down
And my lungs are burning out

I doubled over in the wreckage that's in front of me
I've been on the road so long
I've been on the road so long
I just dont know what it is that had come over me
I've been waiting for so long
I've been playing with my loaded gun

I said 'whoa there sonny, I got a hole in my stomach'
I was just a little boy
I was just a little boy
I said 'whoa there sonny, I got a hole in my stomach'
I was just a little boy
Playing with my fathers loaded gun

I said 'whoa there sonny'
I said 'whoa there sonny'
I said 'whoa there sonny, I got a hole in my stomach
I was just a little boy
I was just a little boy
I said 'whoa there sonny, I got a hole in my stomach
I was just a little boy
Playing with my fathers loaded gun