Lyrics

Stay under the covers, baby.
Try to sleep off this recession.
When they said that it had to happen,
This was not my decision.

Superman would be first to admit it,
The longer it goes on, the harder it gets.
And hardened politicians are laughing,
And haven't reached their punch line yet.

You may say, “they're all evil tyrants,
Untouchable, criminals, greasy migrants.”
But see them and you will see yourself,
Cos, their blood is here within – The Europeans.

Don't bet on the big one, baby.
Just you remember to keep your place.
What would you do if in my shoes, brother?
Would you still hold prejudice?

Well, can you hear the violins play,
Around the socially disabled?
Put on your best dress for appearance.
It's not enough to hide their labels.

You may see them as hopeless rabble,
Hobos, and bludgers, and nought but trouble.
But see them and you will see yourself,
Cos, their blood is here within – The Europeans.

© Allport, Kennelly, Patch