Dresden Dolls: Amsterdam

In the port of AmsterdamIs a sailor who singsOf the dreams that he bringsFrom the wide open seaIn the port of AmsterdamIs a sailor that sleepsWhile the river bank creepsTo the old willow treeIn the port of AmsterdamThere's a sailor who diesFull of beer, full of criesIn a drunken town fightAnd in the port of AmsterdamThere's a sailor who's bornOn a hot muggy mornBy the dawn's early lightIn the port of AmsterdamWhere the sailors all meetThere's a sailor who eatsOnly fish heads and tailsAnd he'll show you his teethThat have rotted too soonThat can haul up the sailsThat can swallow the moonAnd he yells to the cookWith his arms open wide"Hey, bring me more fishThrow it down by my side"And he wants so to belchBut he's too full to trySo he stands up and laughsAnd he zips up his flyIn the port of AmsterdamYou can see sailors dancePaunches bursting their pantsGrinding women to porchThey've forgotten the tuneThat their whiskey voice croakedSplitting the nightWith the roar of their jokesAnd they turn and they danceAnd they laugh and they lustTill the rancid sound of the accordion burstsAnd then out of the nightWith their pride in their pantsAnd the sluts that they towUnderneath the street lampsIn the port of AmsterdamThere's a sailor who drinksAnd he drinks and he drinksAnd he drinks once againHe'll drink to the healthOf the whores of AmsterdamWho've given their bodiesTo a thousand other menYeah, they've bargained their virtueTheir goodness all goneFor a few dirty coinsWell he just can't go onRubs his nose in the twinklingStars up aboveAnd he pisses like I cryOn the unfaithful loveIn the port of AmsterdamIn the port of Amsterdam