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