(+) The Friday Prophets - Amsterdam (Music Video)
Born in the troubled city
In Rock and Roll, USA
In the shadow of the tallest building
I vowed I would break away
Listened to the Sunday actors
But all they would ever say
That you cant get away from it
No you cant get away
No you cant get away from it
No you cant get away
Schooled on the city sidewalks
Coldness at every turn
Knew I had to find the exits
I never, ever would return
Scoffed at the prophets omens
That said I would live to learn
That you cant get away from it
No you cant get away
No you cant get away from it
No you cant get away
Going unaided toward the west coast
Stopped in the sleepy town
Left my change and walked out
I didnt even turn around
What they were getting next to
Was that old familiar sound
That you cant get away from it
No you cant get away
No you cant get away from it
No you cant get away
In a hotel room in Amsterdam
On a wild and windy August night
As a cloud passed over a cold moon
My heart was seized with terror and fright
Seeping up through the floorboards
Coming in through the walls
Coming in through the doorway
Ringing up and down the halls
That you cant get away from it
No you cant get away
No you cant get away from it
No you cant get away
No you cant get away
No you cant get away
No you cant get away...