Lyrics Fury In The Slaughterhouse

Fury In The Slaughterhouse

Ship Of Fools

Hello Europe here we are, everything is easy

Let's cross the border without stop

Italian pasta mixed with fine French wine would be great

My stomach knows no state

Blond girls from Sweden

And if that's garden of eden

I think that's okay

Turkish dope found a license of the pope

Don't think that's the only way.

Europe, Europe rules!

Let's have a drink in a ship of fools

Europe, Europe rules!

Let's have a drink in a ship of fools

Alright!

Belgium beer with a Jaegermeister-deer

That's why we here, I think (this one's not for you)

And Swiss francs brought to polish banks

That's life! A hard bone to chew

I don't want no Austrians be instructors

In my home I guess there's something better

Spanish guitars combined with twenty German tubas

That won't work but it really doesn't matter

Europe, Europe rules!

Let's have a drink in a ship of fools

Europe, Europe rules!

Let's have a drink in a ship of fools

Europe, Europe rules!

Let's have a drink in a ship of fools

Alright!

Hey, hey!

Europe, Europe rules!

Let's have a drink in a ship of fools (Cheers!)

Europe, Europe rules!

Let's have a drink in a ship of fools (Just watch it!)

Europe, Europe rules!

Let's have a drink in a ship of fools

Europe, Europe rules!

Let's have a sink in a ship of fools

(A shipper of a ship of fools, what part is that?)

Europe rules, Europe rules

Europe rules, watch your fools!