A Bar In Amsterdam

Nine hours passed And "How long will it last?" Says 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 Tommorow they'll ask us to throw off our masks... But the storm is a-coming cross the hills tonight Like a vein full of rain to the hearts that should fight. The storm is a-coming cross the hills tonight Like a vein 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. You will know they will win And then they'll come in There's nothing you can say, to lead them astray. We still live in silence Like sworn pits of violence. I'm known for an end, and it's coming round the bend. If we live through this night And we still be alright We'll flee to Siam, or a Bar in Amsterdam... But the storm is a-commin cross the hills tonight Like a vein full of rain to the hearts that should fight. The storm is a-commin cross the hills tonight Like a vein full of rain to the hearts---that should fight! The storm is a-commin cross the hills tonight Like a vein full of rain to the hearts that should fight. The storm is a-commin cross the hills tonight Like a vein full of rain to the hearts--- And the storm is a-commin cross the hills tonight Like a vein full of rain to the hearts that should fight. The storm is a-commin cross the hills tonight Like a vein full of rain to the hearts---that should fight!