Lucky-Pierred on the highway While his blood runs under metal hunks We need to get back to Europe, before it's too late Tied up, restrained with duct-tape As the broken AC prays From the chimneys that watch over Cleveland To the ghost towers over Manama Half constructed but complete And the red thread rears up wildly And ties off on her heart And her heart Over here the phoney war is just beginning So we drink like the world is ending There's a message, there's another cable coming So we drink like the world is ending In the theme bars And the dive bars And the souk bars In the hotel bars Your work is fantastic I love what you're doing Your work is amazing I love what you're doing So let's get on the next plane And hope for new cities Let's get on the next plane And hope that it works out Landscapes arrive in waves 30s menace Bones in vineyards Bars in ruins A sense of ending Safety videos in Delft pottery Calm and decent We need to get out of Europe Before it's too late