Europe Looked Ugly

Europe looked ugly the very last time that I saw her

Tall and so empty, she sucks on her teeth and looks tired

She picks up her skirt, still coiled ad no longer worth knowing

She grins toothlessly and see the light die in her eyes

I'm taking my time, I'm taking my time- I won't hurry

I sit and I watch the last train to leave for a while

And the buildings themselves seem to sag from the effortless standing

Well the trees and the people are bent from the effort of dying

So I watched up from the window, and she opened her legs wide before me

And the trails through the bile leave tracks like a steel slug on slime

Well, me I keep thinking 'bout the iron that surrounds her, protects her

'Cus a chastity belt for a whore seems almost too sublime

Oh, oh, oh

What do we do now?

Wo, oh-oh-oh-ohh

What do we do now?

With you and your stories

We feel sorry for you

With you and your stories

We feel sorry for you

Yeah we do

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

Hey, hey, oh

What do we do now?

Wo-oh-oh-oh-ohh

What do we do now?

With you and your stories

We feel sorry for you

With you and your stories

We feel sorry for you, and you, and you

Oh, What do we do now?

Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, What do we do now?

With me in your stories

I feel sorry for you

In three of my stories

I felt you

Yeah we do

Europe looked ugly the very last time that I saw her