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