Europe - The Indelicates

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