on this European night out on the brink
|
the cafes and the bars still stink
|
the air is much too thick for seeing
|
but not thick enough for leaning
|
I leave in a catatonic crawl
|
and if I die tonight then throw me in
|
some bleak teutonic hole
|
six feet under with a snap-frozen soul
|
and really we could all just die of shame
|
dumb Europe, dumb Europe, dumb Europe.
|
|
|
oh the Utopian night on the brink
|
Mama's face staring up at me from the bottom of the sink
|
witness my trail of destruction
|
trying to leave this drinking place
|
my feet are magnetised for furniture
|
the floor's attracted to my face
|
and if I die tonight
|
sell me as some pre-historic bone
|
a lump of junk-souvenir for Jap
|
to fob off on his friends back home
|
the money-dance...
|
I find it hard to cope with days like this. pass the bottle etc.
|
dumb Europe, dumb Europe, dumb Europe.
|
|
|
on this European night out on the brink
|
the cafes and the bars still stink
|
the air is much too thick for seeing
|
but not thick enough for leaning
|
I leave in a catatonic crawl
|
and if I die tonight then throw me in
|
some bleak teutonic hole
|
six feet under with a snap-frozen soul
|
and really we could all just die of shame
|
dumb Europe, dumb Europe, dumb Europe.
|
|
-----------------
|
DUMB EUROPE
|
| The Birthday Party |
