Europe

	I lost my teeth on the edge of a glass
	And it’s fun while it lasts and it lasts and it lasts
	I am drunken style and inherited class
	I am queen at the bar, I am kept for the farce
	And the water laps at the harbourside
	And these salon walls are petrified
	And we’re drunk on style and inherited class
	And these salon walls were built to last
	So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass
	To Europe
	I fix my eye on the turn of a thigh
	I could trace your life in a sneer and a sigh
	I am antique lace under musée glass
	I am grey-haired chests in push up bras
	And the water laps at the harborside
	And these cafe walls are petrified
	And we’re antique lace under mottled glass
	And these cafe walls were built to last
	So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass
	To Europe
	I can write my name in my father’s hand
	I can see your souls, I can understand
	I can dress myself, I can see you pass
	I can lick my lips I can slap your arse
	And the water laps at the harborside
	And these hatreds are petrified
	We can dress ourselves, we can see you pass
	And these hatreds were built to last
	So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass
	To Europe.
	And the water laps at the harborside
	Our violences codified
	We are old, perverted suicides
	We are condoms washed in the harbor tide
	So sit with me and we’ll toast the pride
	Of Europe
	Europe

	I lost my teeth on the edge of a glass
	And it' s fun while it lasts and it lasts and it lasts
	I am drunken style and inherited class
	I am queen at the bar, I am kept for the farce
	And the water laps at the harbourside
	And these salon walls are petrified
	And we' re drunk on style and inherited class
	And these salon walls were built to last
	So sit with me and we' ll raise a glass
	To Europe
	I fix my eye on the turn of a thigh
	I could trace your life in a sneer and a sigh
	I am antique lace under musé e glass
	I am greyhaired chests in push up bras
	And the water laps at the harborside
	And these cafe walls are petrified
	And we' re antique lace under mottled glass
	And these cafe walls were built to last
	So sit with me and we' ll raise a glass
	To Europe
	I can write my name in my father' s hand
	I can see your souls, I can understand
	I can dress myself, I can see you pass
	I can lick my lips I can slap your arse
	And the water laps at the harborside
	And these hatreds are petrified
	We can dress ourselves, we can see you pass
	And these hatreds were built to last
	So sit with me and we' ll raise a glass
	To Europe.
	And the water laps at the harborside
	Our violences codified
	We are old, perverted suicides
	We are condoms washed in the harbor tide
	So sit with me and we' ll toast the pride
	Of Europe
	Europe