Europe Is Lost - Kate Tempest

Written by：Caroline International

Europe is lost

America lost

London lost

Still we are clamouring victory

All that is meaningless rules

We have learned nothing from history

The people are dead in their lifetimes

Dazed in the shine of the streets

But look how the traffic still moving

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

Washed off the work and the stress

And now all we want's some excess

Better yet

A night to remember that we'll soon forget

All of the blood

That was blead 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 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

Traffic keeps moving proving there's nothing to do

It's big business baby and it's 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 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 massacresnew 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

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 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 f**k 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 all generation

The product of product placement and manipulation

Shoot 'em up brutal duty of care

Come on new shoes

Beautiful hair

Bullsh*t saccharine ballads

And selfies

And selfies

And selfies

And here's me outside the palace of me

Construct a self and psyhcosis

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 let's 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 friendship

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

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 f**k