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Mick Jagger - England Lost Feat Skepta Lyrics

Lost, lost, lost, lost

I went to see England, but England lost
I went to see England, but England lost

And everyone said we were all ripped off
I went to see England, but England lost
Lost, lost, lost
It wasn't much fun standin' in the rain
And we all yelled loud and we all complained
Wasn't much of a game
I got soaked
Didn't want to come anyway

I went to see England, but England's lost
I went round the back, but they said, "Piss off"
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went to see England, but England
I went to see
I went
I

I lost a plot, think I lost the point
Think I'll go home and smoke a joint, anyway
Didn't wanna go?
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I think I lost it down in the back of my chair
I think I'm losing my imagination
I'm tired of talking about immigration
You can't get in and you can't get out
I guess that's what it's really all about

It's a déjà vu, I've seen it all before
Different season, same score
Everybody wants your head on a spike
But they were singing you praises the day before
No new faces allowed in
This is gettin' overcrowded
You're still fighting over houses
So I just pick it up, put it down and leave it where I found it
Feel like Macaulay Culkin, I'm home alone
Come to my window and throw a stone
Because I never wanna talk on the phone
Same problems, growing up in the danger zone
Nothing's changed, same story
Same dirty stains on your dirty laundry
Keep it in the streets, doing all the work
And the men in the suits taking all the glory

I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but England's lost

Lost, lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost

Had a girl in Lisbon, a girl in Rome
Now I'll have to stay at home
So lock the shutters, bolt the doors
Lodon's gonna be like Singapore
But not as hot
Lost, lost, lost, lost
They didn't turn up, the pundits complained
No real passion is a national shame
They're much too young and much too old
Blowing much too hot and much too cold
That's what I thought

I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England, but England's lost