Amsterdam - Klangkuenstler, Alice Phoebe Lou

I’ve seen the dreadlocked man sit by the magic tree

Singing songs of the wise the wise and the free

And the bike slipped from beneath my drunken weight

And my body it became the tar’s evening bait

But none of this is fate

And I’ve crawled through the bushes and the spiders and thorns

To delve beyond the barrier of the celebration core

I’m just an innocent outlaw

And I know that it’s good that I’m doing this for

It’s all lies

And my limbs have danced for the Amsterdam sunrise

With not one restriction and not one disguise

Monotony is what I despise

Integration to society would be my demise

It’s all lies