Guttermouth

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