I pray to my amplifier, and the guitar is my cross The only war I`m leading is the war of loudness God slaves with machine-guns pimped up with stroboscopes Your only sex is the bullet in it`s deadly hot arse Out of nine thousand gods, only yours is the best Along the journey to meet him, it`s just a long bloody mess. No gods in between us, except for this lazy cat, this purring cat Don`t be so tragic over the nights of loneliness Bed news are the best. Don`t wake me up when I pretend I`m dead I`m hearing a song, `candy` Dismiss the battle-field, get down your sick brain twist Hurry up to catch the kids fall, till they cease to exist Jump in the roller-coaster, step out at the Dirty Men Zoo Take selfies of the greatest, frame the monster! Eat something, don`t be like a junky See the blind doctor specialized in monkey Let him blow inside your crazy head Kiss your wife good-bye, say hello to Ned! No gods in between us, except for this lazy cat, this purring cat Don`t be so tragic over the nights of loneliness Bed news are the best. Don`t wake me up when I pretend I`m dead I`m hearing a song, `candy for...`

Trouble times come around, but this time is double Before I reach the glass of booze, I stumble and stumble As any tough survivor on this dangerous road I carry on my shoulders a poisonous toad She serenades on the low bass And hits heavy on the treble And once she called with her song a Mexican devil Uh... he was greedy, he was lean, he was mean We made a crazy deal over a glass of mescaline Devil said `Boy, take the best out of your lifetime!` How crazy can we get, aren`t we gonna break? How stronger can we get, aren`t we gonna break?

All along the way of this dusty wide road I sleep-walked so many nights when I was young To the outskirts of our cute little town Where once I took a boat and let it cruise down South With every mile I rowed it was getting harder to return And said I ''oh, let is just sail along And even if there would be dangers on the way Time was right to take it all on my own faith'' The port of Amsterdam showed up after nine days And there I met a pixie girl of my age she was singing a song in an odd wicked tune She was dancing with a blue dog Who was howling at the moon She came up to me and took me by a hand And led me astray till I lost my head Her attic felt cozy in her sweet perfume Her head was shaved and her lips were red Her green eyes open wide, her broken wing hang over Myself was I so high or was my sleep-walk over Early at the sunrise she kissed me good-bye And said ''Beware of broken wing girls, we hurt you when we fly'' Fly fly fly! Crazy clown jumping out the rabbit hole The broken-wing pixie girl is long gone Gone on her own dusty road See her when the rainstorm blows

Out in the street one late cold night I was freezing my pants by a traffic light When a funky wino popped up across my view And came to ask if I could spare a dollar or two I gave him twenty bucks for he was a funky bloke He double-crossed his eyes and took a deep smoke As he grabbed the money, his face turned blue And asked ‘Hey lad, you got something to do?` We walked eight blocks and stopped by a pink door He knocked five times and rung the bell once The door opened, music hit the ghetto blaster Inside a bunch of wild trumps fighting with mustard Groovy downtown in the homeless underground, Buzzin’ drinkin’ blowin’ sniffin’ bouncing up and down Crawling up the ceiling and diving on the loose Whipping out the god of bums with a thick noose Boogie-woogie used to be a mad professor Teaching high statistics at the University of Exeter A habit into gambling got him out in the street Now he preaches hookey-pookey to his fellow beats Hinkumbooby round about, in and out Hinkumbooby shake it all inside out Hilibalu ball-night, round and round And wag it, and wag it and wag it and wag it Boogie-woogie holly low son of a bum God forbid a homeless carry a gun Hookey-pookey downtown underground God forbid police pigs hunting around Five deep tokes got me body bounce On the gritty dirty bass that got me into deep trance. The bell rung four times, and everybody froze Through the main door walked in the Queen of the bums. Evelyn Jones in a scarlet dress, In fishnet tights that got us all obsessed. Sexy hills sliding on the dancing floor Oh, that French cut! Impossible to ignore She used to do night shifts down the Golden Cage While she master-planned details of her way to escape They busted her with six grand and a kilo dope After two years jail, she hit down the skid row Now she is the muse of these funky bum blokes And with her, they are all secretly in love. When she rolls her hips, she induces fever heat. In their sweetest dreams, they are kissing her feet. Boogie-woogie holly low son of a bum God forbid a homeless carry a gun Hookey-pookey downtown underground God forbid police pigs hunting around! Party crashed with police at the door And three white cops rushed in through the smoky hall They came out softer on the other side And picked me up first, as I was stoned and high Levi, the Polish punk saw the hustle And jumped in right away to cause a bit of disaster His 99 kilos or raw pure meat Exceeded the weight of the first two pigs I got myself released and took a long-long sip Rushed to Misses Jones and grabbed her by her feet I took off her shoes by the metal high hills To defend her against any violent pigs She found my gesture brave and quite romantic And whispered to my ear that it was ‘psychopathic’ I blushed my cheeks but she paid no attention. That got me in a state of sexual tension. Boogie-woogie run hard into the last cop And bullied him down using fast belly flop He got him disarmed and tight him with a rope As Evelyn Jones stripped down for the joke Hinkumbooby round about, in and out Hinkumbooby shake it all, inside out Hilibalu ball-night round and round And wag it, and wag it and wag it and wag it

I'd been waiting for this all my whole life But when the moment arrived, it only made me cry They got my body shaved, spiced and fried They measured my bones and let them drown in cold ice. Daily training started up at 4 a.m. A para-military coach all full of phlegm Who made me run up-hill for 20 milles And in the end I had to dance to funk In seven different styles Who came next was a crazy mess of a shrink He asked me thousand questions all about there it is I talked short, I talked long, I talked wise I pretended that I was just a brainwashed common guy. Porn shooting started right in the next day And there I was raw and happy to get laid and paid She was sweet she was slim she smelled fine Right after the first take I had a massive flashback You swing along the highest rope Between the pine-tree and the cherry I'm chasing drunk a whistling swan We came upon before it all went scary Now you're gone to the next bubble-town without a fucking name. I am a tramp without a ride down the memory lane... lame... I'd been willing to get rich for my whole life But when the money rolled in I thought I would die Speeding down the road ahead of fuzz The bank car we stole was now running outta gas, honey. When the love of my life lowered the gear My crazy heart started pumping heavy raw fear She was slim, she was sweet, she smelled fine Sleepy eyes at 80 miles per hour And took over the wheel Crying crying crying, all along the way Warning warning warning she would no more stay I got stressed by law and love afairs I took a turn behind a farm to stop and make love to my femme We spent the whole night itchying by the dirty money We asked for water supplies to the farmer's family I drunk up five liters to come down the heat I walked towards the lou, and then off the road I hit You swing along the highest rope Between the pine-tree and the cherry I'm chasing drunk a whistling swan We came upon before it all went scary Now you're gone to the next bubble-town without a fucking name I am a tramp without a ride down the memory lane... Lame... I'd been dreaming of love all my whole life But when it came rushing in, the bill was too high I pretended that I had to make a call and sneaked out without paying right through the back door I run for miles and miles as I could run Untill my neck turned red under that mean sun I fell sick right near a loner's bar I woke up when the barmaid was pouring ice on my scar Her thick strong neck was even more red than was mine She looked into my eyes and opened up a large smile I saw love climbing up her spine I had to jump over the window and aimed back the desert line. Lonely lonely lonely and no shade to rest by Blury blury blury got my mind's eye Life gets taugh for a poet without muse Then I saw Fata Morgana singing the blues

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken town fight In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails And he'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon That can haul up the sails that can swallow the moon And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide "Hey, bring me more fish, throw it down by my side" And he wants so to belch but he's too full to try So he stands up and laughs and he zips up his fly In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance Paunches bursting their pants grinding women to porch They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts And then out of the night with their pride in their pants And the sluts that they tow underneath the street lamps In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again He'll drink to the health of the whores of Amsterdam Who've given their bodies to a thousand other men Yeah, they've bargained their virtue, their goodness all gone For a few dirty coins, well, he just can't go on Throws his nose to the sky and he aims it up above And he pisses like I cry on the unfaithful love In the port of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam

How many bottles do we have to empty How many nights out there to hang and nail it How many falls we`ve left to take, we love it How much bullshit to confess... We need to... Pin-up the edge of the night Friends are ridding the glorious kite The first-aid station is decorated in silver lights Drugged bunny lost her way between the rotten curtains Booze galore spilled out on top the holly mountain Twisted headlights on the road to Mayseth There is where we lost our sense of regret Pin-up the edge of the night Friends are ridding the glorious kite The first-aid station is decorated in silver lights

Do it `cause it`s funny, do it cause it`s wrong Do it in the kitchen, do it in the hall Between the chambers of my trembling body Right into a trembling body Do it `cause it`s funny, do it cause it`s wrong Do it in the kitchen, do it in the hall Between the chambers of my trembling body Right into a trembling body

Welcome at the gates of Hell At the greatest ball across the wasteland But before you enter, dump away your sorrow We have special treats to cure the guilt And make one feel that Hell is quite the opposite to what they`ve made them think Do not miss the stage acts, blasting out one million Watts Enhanced by Hendrix, Kurt, Lou Reed and Mister Burroughs Amy doesn`t sing tonight, but she barkeeps various drinks Distilled by Martin Luther King God is expected to pass by to sell us some good old fucking wine And perhaps some good old rotten cheese The fear of the Lord bores the days The tears of the wicked shall be blissful The fear of the Lord bores the days The years of the wicked shall be full of bliss The fear of the Lord bores the days The years of the wicked shall be blissful The fear of the Lord bores the days The years of the wicked shall be full of bliss

I dreamed I was sinking down bottom of the sea It was cold, it was dark, it was louder than me No-one loved me My body got kissed by a huge bank of fish And a thousand of species I didn´t know exist None tasted this dish Oh, it took a while to pull him out the mud and webs And hidden eyes behind the wrecks and old rotten sails No, he didn`t fight but took my hand and asked to let him wear my top-hat made out of living snails And he start to shine despite the spotlight Falling on the last four thousand years of human pain Then he said `good-bye` And swam along the drift of waves Towards the land of `Candy for the Damned` And came out alive Among the ones half-dead He tricked the time Felt younger again Oh, let is shine Above the grave we hang No matter how dark it would get

You`re stronger than the boxer When your lost round gong rings I saw you counter-punching life As not many really did You swing instead of falling And you`re dancing like a queer I can hear your heavy breathing But I know this one is not your very end ...your very end The journey of this fool ain`t even half-way through You`ll find him on the waiting for his wicked crew Take a break and join the ride even for one night Let it blast in a thousands lights Shining on the crazy you, the lovely you And even when the day collides And puts a spell on our drunken eyes No-one can tell we haven`t been there As we really look like we`ve been everywhere We´ve been everywhere. Sleeping on benches, train stations by night In dirty barn bars, in sweaty sheets cuddling Behind the green bushes when springtime broke out Twisted on weird stuff, still fiddling wild fire With angels by the hand, devils fooling around Singing loud throughout the town which brought us up Drunken and laughing, and then drunken and crying Falling in love, then breaking up, then falling back Going all the way till the day came to an end Go babe! Speed up that car!