Europe Is Lost Lyrics - Kate Tempest

Europe is lost, America lost, London is lost 

Still we are clamouring victory 

All that is meaningless rules 

And we have learned nothing from history 

People are dead in their lifetimes 

Dazed in the shine of the streets 

But look how the traffic keeps 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 

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 

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

All of the bodies that fell 

The roots that were dug from the ground 

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 and worried and 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, it's 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 

But 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, structural viciousness 

Your kids are doped up on medical sedatives 

But don't worry bout that. Worry bout terrorists 

The water levels rising! The water levels rising! 

The animals, the polarbears, the elephants 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 pre-teens 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 

But 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? 

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 

Anarchists desperate for something to smash 

Scandalous pictures of glamorous rappers in fashionable 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 

It's the BoredOfItAll 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 psyhcosis 

And meanwhile the people are dead in their droves 

But nobody noticed 

Well actually, 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 friends and our 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 

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