It’s February
In Amsterdam

Against my will

i don't panic
nothing gets done

What The Fuck Larry

For years you stared out that café window

Now you're dead there was nothing to see

An Amsterdam Turkish ghetto

Some dismal Low Saxon brickwork

What The Fuck Larry

It’s getting cold

Living with the dead

Tomorrow’s all souls day

Yet we're thinking already

Of next year hoping

for an early spring

God was all powerful

Everyone walking their dogs
Acting surprised

art's better
than dead

All you know is what happened

To you today