| Oh this Amsterdam O' bawdy southern climes,
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| All awash in amber neon & sin,
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| 'll see yer guts for galluses, sixes for yer nine’s,
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| The cruelest place that I have ever been,
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| Oh there’s women here blow hot & icy cold,
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| And they’ll fight like rotten gull’s to pick yer cage,
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| On the arms o' villains who’ll see yer kidneys sold,
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| They’ll spare condition, sex nor age.
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| And I’ll curse the day a thousand shades o' blue,
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| When I swapped my Scottish Lion for a boxing kangaroo,
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| And I’ll have one for the Mary, for Rollin' Annie too,
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| And one for the leaky tub that brought me here to you.
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| She were cut from the rock by the rare old stock,
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| Sent to hell in the devil’s jewelry,
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| In her crown of fire & twisted bloody wire,
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| Tryin' to drive us all back into the sea.
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| Where you took my hand & helped me understand,
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| What it’s like without them shackles just a while,
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| And we blazed our way around Blackwattle Bay,
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| And danced along The Hungry Mile.
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| Iron’ll rust & corn’ll ripen,
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| All the oceans’ll turn to steam,
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| Whate’er’ll pass and whatever’ll happen,
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| You’ll remain my lucid dream,
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| Oh the winds’ll roar & cities’ll crumble,
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| All that steam’ll fall as tears,
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| And achin' hearts’ll sing along in,
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| Across all the miles and down the years. |