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Europe Is Lost

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2016-12-27

  Europe Is Lost - Kate Tempest

  Europe is lost, America lost, London lost

  Still we are clamouring victory

  All that is meaningless rules

  We have learned nothing from history

  People are dead in their lifetimes

  Dazed in the shine of the streets

  But look how the traffic's still moving

  The system’s too slick to stop working

  Business is good. And there’s bands every night in the pubs

  And there’s two for one drinks in the clubs

  And we scrubbed up well

  We washed off the work and the stress

  Now all we want’s some excess

  Better yet A night to remember that we’ll soon forget

  All of the blood that was bled for these cities to grow

  All of the bodies that fell

  The roots that were dug from the earth

  So these games could be played

  I see it tonight in the stains on my hands

  The buildings are screaming

  I can't ask for help though, nobody knows me

  Hostile, worried, lonely

  We move in our packs and these are the rights we were born to

  Working and working so we can be all that we want

  Then dancing the drudgery off

  But even the drugs have got boring

  Well, sex is still good when you get it

  To sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in reach

  To each a dream

  Don’t weep, don’t scream

  Just keep it in

  Keep sleeping in

  What am I gonna do to wake up?

  I feel the cost of it pushing my body

  Like I push my hands into pockets

  And softly I walk and I see it, this is all we deserve

  The wrongs of our past have resurfaced

  Despite all we did to vanquish the traces

  My very language is tainted

  With all that we stole to replace it with this

  I am quiet

  Feeling the onset of riot

  Riots are tiny though Systems are huge

  The traffic keeps moving, proving there’s nothing to do

  It’s big business baby and its smile is hideous

  Top down violence, a structural viciousness

  Your kids are doped up on medical sedatives

  But don’t worry bout that, man. Worry bout terrorists

  The water levels rising! The water levels rising!

  The animals, the elephants, the polarbears are dying!

  Stop crying. Start buying

  But what about the oil spill?

  Shh. No one likes a party pooping spoil sport

  Massacres massacres massacres new shoes

  Ghettoised children murdered in broad daylight

  by those employed to protect them

  Live porn streamed to your preteen's bedrooms

  Glass ceiling, no headroom

  Half a generation live beneath the breadline

  Oh but it's happy hour on the high street

  Friday night at last lads, my treat!

  All went fine till that kid got glassed in the last bar

  Place went nuts, you can ask our Lou

  It was madness, the road ran red, pure claret

  And about them immigrants? I can't stand them

  Mostly, I mind my own business

  They’re only coming over here to get rich

  It’s a sickness

  England! England!

  Patriotism!

  And you wonder why kids want to die for religion?

  It goes Work all your life for a pittance

  Maybe you’ll make it to manager

  Pray for a raise

  Cross the beige days off on your beach babe calendar

  The anarchists are desperate for something to smash

  Scandalous pictures of fashionable rappers in glamorous magazines

  Who’s dating who?

  Politico cash in an envelope

  Caught sniffing lines off a prostitutes prosthetic tits

  And it's back to the house of lords with slapped wrists

  They abduct kids and fuck the heads of dead pigs

  But him in a hoodie with a couple of spliffs

  Jail him, he’s the criminal

  Jail him, he’s the criminal

  It's the Bored Of It All generation

  The product of product placement and manipulation

  Shoot em up, brutal, duty of care

  Come on, new shoes

  Beautiful hair

  Bullshit saccharine ballads

  And selfies

  And selfies

  And selfies

  And here’s me outside the palace of ME!

  Construct a self and psychosis

  And meanwhile the people are dead in their droves

  But nobody noticed

  Well some of them noticed

  You could tell by the emoji they posted

  Sleep like a gloved hand covers our eyes

  The lights are so nice and bright and lets dream

  But some of us are stuck like stones in a slipstream

  What am I gonna do wake up?

  We are lost

  We are lost

  We are lost

  And still nothing

  Will stop

  Nothing pauses

  We have ambitions and friendships and courtships to think of

  Divorces to drink off the thought of

  The money

  The money

  The oil

  The planet is shaking and spoiled

  Life is a plaything

  A garment to soil

  The toil the toil

  I can't see an ending at all

  Only the end

  How is this something to cherish?

  When the tribesmen are dead in their deserts

  To make room for alien structures

  Develop

  Develop

  And kill what you find if it threatens you

  No trace of love in the hunt for the bigger buck

  Here in the land where nobody gives a fuck

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