Remember Belgium and the Brussels Museum 
Where we piled on the front steps like stray cavaliers 
Our code of living meant little to others 
The few francs we saved bought some cheap souvenirs 
 
But the red lights where the catfights make it just like Belgium 
See us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom 
Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare change 
And your sweet madame makes it seem just like Belgium 
 
Just like a hustler when they look attractive 
It's nothing more than a slap on the back 
The price tag of being just a little bit different 
The first rule to learn is to keep your own distance