This is our song for Europe,
I thought we saw the borders fall?
Guerre sans Frontiers -
And it seems nothing changed here at all.
They\'re building a Tower of Babel in Brussels -
It\'s called the Euromisery,
And once we\'re inside they\'ll take us for a ride.
Placing life and death decisions in the hands of politicians,
Poltroons playing judge and jury - like alcoholics in a brewery.
This is our anthem of nations,
Another treaty signed in vain.
It\'s a knockout! -
Hope falls to the canvas again.
It\'s an uncommon market - we\'re all Eurosexual,
I want an E.C. lay, and when I\'m inside she\'ll take me for a ride.
Passing laws on moral issues -
Sticky fingers holding tissues.
Pyromaniacs with fire who light the fuse and then retire.
This is our song for Europe,
I thought we saw the borders fall?
Guerre sans Frontiers -
And it seems nothing changed here at all.
A well cultured vulture feathers his nest,
It\'s a chalet near Aix-en-Provence,
The Porche he drives has been paid for with lives.
Starve the pure and feed corruption,
Walk the path to self destruction,
Open old wounds - turn them septic,
Save us all from Euro-sceptics.
This is our anthem of nations,
Another treaty signed in vain.
It\'s a knockout! -
Hope falls to the canvas again.
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