Guttermouth - What Then lyrics

Underage, in a foreign land Come to think of it, it was Japan Pickin' pockets, fillin' mine with yen Discovering machines that vend I'd 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, don't ya' know She took me for some coin-op blow The Japanese work so damn hard For me, it's mommy's credit card I'll sleep all day in last night's 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 I'm far from home, but don't 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 I'm far from home, but don't know where The beds are short are short But, that's okay We only use them to fornicate If I knock her up What then I'm 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 that's thin My entire life I've 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 I'm far from home, but don't know where