作词 : Caroline International 作曲 : Caroline International Europe Is Lost （洲迷失）-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 n**s 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 p********es prosthetic tits And it's back to the house of Lords with slapped wrists They abduct kids and **** 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 Bull shit 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 ****