Lirieke: Ike Reilly. Duty Free.

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There are some lines, that cant be crossed
But sometimes, those lines get lost
Should I stay? Or should I cross?
I was crippled...
When you were faithful I was wasted

Do you need anything from duty free?
I gotta get out of this endless day
Do you need anything from duty free?
I gotta get out of the U.S.
eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay ayy
eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay ayy

Kickin' in gifts to the trickers and treaters
Kill a?˜em with kindness and gifts for the needy
Brinkman and Lloyd's or I'll drink it from toilets
Sit on your glasses while your money gets moist
Hide all the luggage, you better hide it from trouble
Smells like the '40s, like Europe in rubble
The locals don't know you,
they're the ones you want love from
Comforts or cots, let me check, yeah I got one

Do you need anything from duty free?
I gotta get out of this endless day
Do you need anything from duty free?
I gotta get out of the U.S.
eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay ayy
eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay ayy

If I could I would change my name
And get a girl and jump a plane
I overheard them say they want to rearrange their faces
And blow out their brains
All was strange while I was wasted

Do you need anything from duty free?
I gotta get out of this endless day
Do you need anything from duty free?
I gotta get out of the U.S.
eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay ayy
eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay ayy
eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay ayy
I gotta get out of the U.S.A.