Europa

Europa - Slapp Happy

Europa opens weary eyes

All her pretty cities

Levelled lie

Sweet continent courage

Don't cry

The occidental accident

Concerning reason's acts

Of treason has short

To hell what heaven sent

Centered on playthings

Turning round toys

Our shaman drank duck's

Blood drove a rolls Royce

We entered the circle

A map was described

We recognized Europe

We broke down cried

She cannot call her myths

Her own

Lupine nipples squirted

Infant Rome

But reason turned

The beast to stone

When struck released

A spirit

From a spire spirit sang

A vitamin glimpsed

In a mirror might exorcise

Europe's dilemma

Europe let me thank thee

For these

Minds nravelled travels

Memories

Twas sweet to picnic

Neath the trees