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