Europe looked ugly
The very last time that I saw her
Cold and so empty
She sucks on her gums and looks tired
She picks up her skirt
Still coy and no longer worth knowing
She grins toothlessly
I could see the light die in her eyes

I’m taking my time
I won’t hurry
I'll sit and I'll watch
The last train won't leave for a while
And the buildings themselves seem to sag
From the effort of standing
Well the trees and the people are bent
From the effort of dying

So I watched up from the window
As she opened her legs wide before me
And the track through the bile leave trails
Like a steel slug on slime
Well, me I keep thinking ‘bout the iron
That surrounds and protects her
‘Cos a chastity belt for a whore seems
Almost sublime
What do we do now?
With you and your stories
We feel sorry for you

I don’t like my body
The things that it needs just disgust me
I don’t like my mind
The things that I think aren’t quite sane
But I can still function normal
So long as my mouth moves
I think it’s the culture
I’m lucky they can’t see my brain

What do we do now?

Europe looked ugly the very last time that I saw her