Duty Free Songtext
von Ike Reilly

There are some lines
That can′t 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 US...
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh ...A
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh ...A


Kicking in gifts
To the trickers and treaters
Kill 'em with kindness
And gifts for the needy
Brinkman and Lloyd′s
Are all drinking from toilets
Sit on your glasses
While your money gets moist
Hide all the luggage
You better hide it from trouble
Smells like the 40's
Like Europe and 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 US...
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh ...A
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh ...A

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
I 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 US...
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh ...A
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh ...A
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh, eh eh
Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh ...A
I gotta get out of the USA