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