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. 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 prehistoric bone. A lump of junk-souvenier 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 etcetera. 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. And really we could all just die of shame.