I've seen the dreadlocked man sit by the magic tree
Singing songs of the wise the wise and the free
And the bike slipped from beneath my drunken weight
And my body it became the tar's evening bait
But none of this is fate

And I've crawled through the bushes and the spiders and thorns
To delve beyond the barrier of the celebration core
I'm just an innocent outlaw
But I know that it's good that I'm doing this for

It's all lies

And my limbs have danced for the Amsterdam sunrise
With not one restriction and not one disguise
Monotony is what I despise
Integration to society would be my demise

It's all lies