September, whatever Amsterdam in the rain Walked around for miles No one here knows my name Bought a souvenir Off the tip of a knife Could buy this whole Fucking town Never felt so free all my life I know I'm a stranger here And I'm not looking down And if I am, it's because of My Amsterdam crown My Amsterdam crown This table is my cradle I'm as happy as can be Though I can't smell your tulips And I can't taste this tea I've got everything I need Right between my teeth Don't wanna go back home There's burning garbage On my street Well you can start hunting For broken glass Maybe I'll just see you all At Sunday mass September, whatever I'm Amsterdam in the rain I own the world it's in my heart My secret game It's my Amsterdam crown