Rotterdam (or Anywhere)

[Verse 1] And the women tug their hair Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out And all the men are gargoyles Dipped long in Irish stout [Pre-Chorus 1] The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar [Chorus] This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone [Verse 2] And everyone is blonde And everyone is beautiful And when blondes and beautiful are multiple They become so dull and dutiful [Pre-Chorus 2] And when faced with dull and dutiful They fire red warning flares Battle khaki personality With red underwear [Chorus] [Pre-Chorus 1] [Chorus] x2 Anywhere alone Anywhere alone Anywhere alone, alone, alone... This could be Rotterdam Or anywhere Liverpool or Rome Cause Rotterdam Is anywhere Alone Alone, alone