I was a stoned drunk silhouette of my past. I lost my nerves when he took me on. He was this high-healed smooth talking middleclass bastard. Who tried to stab me for where I was from.
I was down in Amsterdam. Almost hurt myself to death. I pushed myself so hard just like the redlight girls. Well I cried and stopped to smile. I thought my career is over.
There's a town I know where all who enters mutter. And the head has bought a crown that doesn't fit. So when coffee shops and supermarkets burn down I know.