Testi Europe Is Lost - Kate Tempest, Kae Tempest

Europe Is Lost

Europe is lost, America lost, London is lost\nStill we are clamouring victory\nAll that is meaningless rules\nAnd we have learned nothing from history\nPeople are dead in their lifetimes\nDazed in the shine of the streets\nBut look how the traffic keeps moving\nThe system’s too slick to stop working\nBusiness is good. And there’s bands every night in the pubs\nAnd there’s two for one drinks in the clubs\nWe scrubbed up well\nWe washed off the work and the stress\nNow all we want’s some excess\nBetter yet; A night to remember that we’ll soon forget\nAll of the blood that was shed for these cities to grow\nAll of the bodies that fell\nThe roots that were dug from the ground\nSo these games could be played\nI see it tonight in the stains on my hands\nThe buildings are screaming\nI can’t ask for help though, nobody knows me\nHostile and worried and lonely\nWe move in our packs and these are the rights we were born to\nWorking and working so we can be all that we want\nThen dancing the drudgery off\nBut even the drugs have got boring\nWell, sex is still good when you get it\nTo sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in reach\nTo each a dream\nDon’t weep, don’t scream\nJust keep it in\nKeep sleeping in\nWhat am I gonna do to wake up?\nI feel the cost of it pushing my body\nLike I push my hands into pockets\nAnd softly I walk and I see it, it’s all we deserve\nThe wrongs of our past have resurfaced\nDespite all we did to vanquish the traces\nMy very language is tainted\nWith all that we stole to replace it with this\nI am quiet\nFeeling the onset of riot\nBut riots are tiny though\nSystems are huge\nThe traffic keeps moving, proving there’s nothing to do\nIt’s big business baby and its smile is hideous\nTop down violence, structural viciousness\nYour kids are doped up on medical sedatives\nBut don’t worry bout that. Worry bout terrorists\nThe water levels rising! The water levels rising!\nThe animals, the polarbears, the elephants are dying!\nStop crying. Start buying\nBut what about the oil spill?\nShh. No one likes a party pooping spoil sport\nMassacres massacres massacres/new shoes\nGhettoised children murdered in broad daylight by those employed to protect them\nLive porn streamed to your pre-teens bedrooms\nGlass ceiling, no headroom. Half a generation live beneath the breadline\nOh but it’s happy hour on the high street\nFriday night at last lads, my treat!\nAll went fine till that kid got glassed in the last bar\nPlace went nuts, you can ask our Lou\nIt was madness, the road ran red, pure claret\nAnd about them immigrants? I can’t stand them\nMostly, I mind my own business\nBut they’re only coming over here to get rich\nIt’s a sickness\nEngland! England!\nPatriotism!\nAnd you wonder why kids want to die for religion?\nWork all your life for a pittance\nMaybe you’ll make it to manager\nPray for a raise\nCross the beige days off on your beach babe calendar\nAnarchists desperate for something to smash\nScandalous pictures of glamorous rappers in fashionable magazines\nWho’s dating who?\nPolitico cash in an envelope\nCaught sniffing lines off a prostitutes prosthetic tits\nAnd it’s back to the house of lords with slapped wrists\nThey abduct kids and fuck the heads of dead pigs\nBut him in a hoodie with a couple of spliffs —\nJail him, he’s the criminal\nIt’s the BoredOfItAll generation\nThe product of product placement and manipulation\nShoot em up, brutal, duty of care\nCome on, new shoes\nBeautiful hair\nBullshit saccharine ballads\nAnd selfies\nAnd selfies\nAnd selfies\nAnd here’s me outside the palace of ME!\nConstruct a self and psyhcosis\nAnd meanwhile the people are dead in their droves\nBut nobody noticed\nWell actually, some of them noticed\nYou could tell by the emoji they posted\nSleep like a gloved hand covers our eyes\nThe lights are so nice and bright and lets dream\nBut some of us are stuck like stones in a slipstream\nWhat am I gonna do wake up?\nWe are lost\nWe are lost\nWe are lost\nAnd still nothing\nWill stop\nNothing pauses\nWe have ambitions and friends and our courtships to think of\nDivorces to drink off the thought of\nThe money\nThe money\nThe oil\nThe planet is shaking and spoiled\nLife is a plaything\nA garment to soil\nThe toil the toil\nI can’t see an ending at all\nOnly the end\nHow is this something to cherish?\nWhen the tribesmen are dead in their deserts\nTo make room for alien structures\nDevelop\nDevelop\nKill what you find if it threatens you\nNo trace of love in the hunt for the bigger buck\nHere in the land where nobody gives a fuck