Underage, in a foreign land
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Come to think of it, it was Japan
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Pickin' pockets, fillin' mine with yen
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Discovering machines that vend
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I'd like to leave, not 'til I find
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Machines that serve both beer and wine
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Like an Irish man and a pot of gold
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Or a four leaf clover for a twelve year-old
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What then
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What then
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I scout for pigs, insert my yen
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The good times, they can never end
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I met a girl, don't ya' know
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She took me for some coin-op blow
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The Japanese work so damn hard
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For me, it's mommy's credit card
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I'll sleep all day in last night's clothes
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Have a beer, powder my nose
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What then
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What then
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Their beds are short, their toilets stink
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Aki Bono, the ex-sumo king
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Parades around in underwear
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I'm far from home, but don't know where
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The colors match so perfectly
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Not to mention, temperly
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Porcelain, topped off with pee
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Traditional insanity
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Their beds are short, their toilets stink
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Aki Bono, the ex-sumo king
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Parades around in underwear
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I'm far from home, but don't know where
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The beds are short are short
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But, that's okay
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We only use them to fornicate
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If I knock her up
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What then
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I'm out of dodge with all her yen
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As I mill around the lobby folks
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The custom dictates you must smoke
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With cancers and carcinogens
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I need to find some air that's thin
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My entire life I've lived this way
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Like a vagabond, the punk rock way
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Travel the globe and scream at kids
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Fillin' water bottles up with piss
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What then
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What then
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Their beds are short, their toilets stink
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Aki Bono, the ex-sumo king
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Parades around in underwear
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I'm far from home, but don't know where
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What Then
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