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.