text: 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 cat fights 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
  Its 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
  But the red lights where the cat fights 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 Belgium
  Oh, its just like Belgium
  Isnt that just like Belgium
  Oh, its just like Belgium
  Isnt that just like Belgium