What Then Lyrics - Guttermouth

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