Commandeer Poem by Mason Maestro

Piss on it - time to move on from there
Gotta repeat with the previous Chinese career
There's too few years passing and not enough to commandeer
So piss on it, we've got to move on from there
Gotta move on…

First job, lose job
Dell heave, Achev
Rent out, make way
Make way, pay day
Can't stay, sell out
Ship out, break out
Kids cry, fly out

Make 'em laugh, make 'em cry
Make 'em dance in the aisles
No delay, Changde stay
Make 'em feel OK

Now we're gone, gotta get on with the next home
Beijing awaits at the end of the next road
Who knows where it leads as long as the kids' are stowed
(As long as the kids go)
So now we're gone, it's time to get on the road

Got to trek on to the Great Wall of the Chinese
On the hop and a walk with the Japanese
Got to bring our feet to the Manchurian northeast
Well, maybe not the Manchus, maybe the Mongols
We swung Malaysia, what's next Asia?
Swapped out with Indians - wouldn't Justin be pleased?
Yi, er, san, si
(Now we're done, gotta get on home)