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