Amsterdam

In the little ole' town of Amsterdam Groups of men stand around all day And these same old groups of new day-men Wait around hoping to get saved They won't bury their point of view ...of mood ...of suffering, oh my Good ole' working they Day-men, Have yourself a good ole' time. Well, a hammer, a wrench, whatever the tool To get the job done A shovel, a light, a bag of seven lemons And some trainers for the run Whatever it was or what you had to do To keep the blame Well, who you'll be and what you are, Some will call the queered side of sane It's a long way across the ocean And a short day if you're having fun It's a long way across the ocean and a short day ...The Day-man said Well a bottle of beer and a mad head Will keep the truth from the rise You can go outside in the daytime And find that nothing ever shines The Devil will joke to Queen of Things, Of what the noble's done But he himself is a joke to the King And a Glorified Pun It's a long way across the ocean And a short day if you're having fun It's a long way across the ocean and a short day ...The Day-man said