Gone With the Weed
You should check some Brussels, its really a treat
To stroll on, protected by troopers
Fast people in Brussels their cigarettes lit
With ignition key of old Coopers
They serve freshest mussles in Brussels, you must
Leave on a table some fee
And worshiped by Auden Beaux Arts you can pass
If your bag hangs down to the knee
There is no menace in the Grand Market place
NATO patrols are boys the most thin
Their fingers on triggers, would you be amazed
In Brussles its just a routine
Attend darkened bars by the harbour, proceed
A midnight with Chinese lanterns
You’ve come for experience, gone with the weed
That's Brussels, in cheerful abundance.
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