We light a match, but what is that little flame worth
They think they're so loud, so tasteless and so out of touch
To when rivers ran red, now it's the sky that grows black
To wait for the end, living in glorious sin
But it was forty years ago
Where I come from, they don't like Americans much
Here in D.C., they talk about 'Euro-disease'
Once allies danced and sang
And no one walks tall, but no one gets down on their knees
And how the French are always so damn hard to please
Once allies cried and cheered
But it was forty years ago
Motions are passed in Brussels but no one agrees
Stiff upper lips are curled into permanent sneers
Here in Berlin, people line up to get in
They've looked around and now there is no looking back
Self-satisfied, awaiting the next forty years
Once allies laughed and drank
Shadows are cast as two giants roam over the earth
