You and me got the whole day off
Take a trip to Vincent Van Gogh
But the line went half way round the block
And we're looking for a place to rest
Every seat in every bar was set
So we turned back to the grand hotel
And the rain came hard
A million people on a protest March
Every choice, every path was mistaken

You and me got the whole thing sussed
Grey men are shadowing us
Wild conspiracies turn to dust
Hear the sound of cathedral bells
Cash ringing at the gates of hell
And fairground hooligans push and swell

The darkest days of a free man
Lyng in the streets of Amsterdam
I nearly fell underneath a tram
But I picked myself up
Every temptation, and device
All the diamonds and the spice

I would give anything for the sight
Of an honest man
Eyes swim in emptiness
I was looking at a hotel guest
When he blew me a big sarcastic kiss
And the lord walked in with a monocle and lips so thin
I saw the barman wink as he poured his brandy

The darkest days of a free man
Lying in the streets of Amsterdam
I nearly fell underneath a tram
But I picked myself up
Every temptation, and device
All the diamonds and the spice
Who would take profit
From the vice of another man