Letters from a Voyage To Sweden

Afternoon, day one
 I'm on the ferry now
 Here they come, the modern-day buccaneers
 And they come for fun
 End up having some
 It's a floating Sodom I observe
 It's a place where I take
 Great pleasure in being right
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 When will they learn
 when will they learn
 Too much adultery just poisons your mind
 A half-empty heart
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 Songs from above meet the roar from below
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 And they've run aground
 Finns and Swedes alike
 Russians, how I hate the nouveau riche
 Gypsy families go
 Back and forth, they know
 How to make the whole ordeal worthwhile
 I sit back and enjoy
 Ah, the pleasure of being right
 When will they learn
 when will they learn
 Too much adultery just poisons your mind
 A half-empty heart
 Full tax-free cart
 Songs from above meet the roar from below
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 I can confirm
 It's blood, sweat and sperm
 Down on the third deck
 They let themselves go
 All over the floor
 Crawl back for more
 Finally one with the call from below