Song | Europe |
Artist | The Indelicates |
Album | Songs For Swinging Lovers |
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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 |
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 muse e glass | |
I am greyhaired 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 |
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 musé e glass | |
I am greyhaired 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 |