Europe

The Indelicates

I lost my teeth on the edge of a glass

It is fun while it lasts, and it lasts and it lasts

I am drunk on style and inherited class

I am queen at the bar I am kept for the farce

And the water laps at the harbour side

And these salon walls are petrified

And we're drunk on style and inherited class

And the 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 the vial

I can trace your life with a sneer and a sigh

I am antique lace and a - glass

I am grey haired chests and push up bras

And the water laps at the harbour side

And these cafe walls are petrified

We are antique lace and a - 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 harbour side

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 harbour side

Our royal dance is codified

We are all traversed in suicides

We are condoms washed on the harbour side

So sit with me and we'll toast the bride of Europe...