I like sitting in Your arms tonight
Sitting with eyes open to the real world
I like drawing on Your fashionable rights
Anyway I know it’s better then say…
then say:

Old Mother Europe is so tired
And I say:
Old Mother Europe is quite tired

Bye , bye Mother , I am flying so high
You’ve grown too old just trying to get younger
I like sitting in Your arms tonight
But there’s so cold I can’t stand Your growing older Mother

Old Mother Europe is so tired
And I say:
Old Mother Europe is quite tired

Old Mother Europe is so tired
And I say:
Old Mother Europe is quite tired

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And Your baby’s games and Your monster’s remains
And the crowd in Your doorways
Too delicious to make You happy too smart to be acquired
Set You free from hate that encourages me 
when [bad word] my own race 
Really, mum, old Mother Europe is so tired

I like sitting in Your arms tonight
Sitting with eyes open to the real world
I like drawing on Your fashionable rights
Anyway I know it’s better then say…
then say:

Old Mother Europe is so tired
And I say:
Old Mother Europe is quite tired

Old Mother Europe is so tired
And I say:
Old Mother Europe is quite tired

I like sitting in Your arms tonight…