This is our song for Europe, I thought we saw the borders fall? Guerre sans Frontiers - And it seems nothing changed here at all. They're building a Tower of Babel in Brussels - It's called the Euromisery, And once we're inside they'll take us for a ride. Placing life and death decisions in the hands of politicians, Poltroons playing judge and jury - like alcoholics in a brewery. This is our anthem of nations, Another treaty signed in vain. It's a knockout! - Hope falls to the canvas again. It's an uncommon market - we're all Eurosexual, I want an E.C. lay, and when I'm inside she'll take me for a ride. Passing laws on moral issues - Sticky fingers holding tissues. Pyromaniacs with fire who light the fuse and then retire. This is our song for Europe, I thought we saw the borders fall? Guerre sans Frontiers - And it seems nothing changed here at all. A well cultured vulture feathers his nest, It's a chalet near Aix-en-Provence, The Porche he drives has been paid for with lives. Starve the pure and feed corruption, Walk the path to self destruction, Open old wounds - turn them septic, Save us all from Euro-sceptics. This is our anthem of nations, Another treaty signed in vain. It's a knockout! - Hope falls to the canvas again.