Skepta - England lost

^AmLost, lost, ^Dlost, ^Amlost [Chorus] ^AmI went to see England, b^Fut England's lost ^{G Am Am}I went to see England, b^Fut England's lost ^{G Am}

^AmAnd everyone said we wer^Fe all ripped off ^{G Am Am}I went to see England, b^Fut England lost ^{G Am D}Lost, l^Cost, ^Amlost ^DIt wasn't much fun sta^Amndin' in the rain And we all yelled loud and we all complained ^AmWasn't much of a game ^GI got soake^Dd ^AmDidn't look home anyway

^AmI went to see England, but England's lost ^AmI went in the back, but they said, "Piss off" ^GI ^Amwent to see England, but England's lost ^AmI went to see England, but England... ^AmI went to see... ^AmI went... ^AmI...

^AmI lost a blunt, think I lost the pint She can go home and smoke a joint, an^Dyway ^AmDo you wanna go? ^AmI went to find England, it wasn't there ^AmI think I lost it in the back of my chair ^FI think I'm l^Gosing my im^Amagination ^AmI'm tired of talking about immigration ^AmYou can't get in and you can't get out ^AmI guess that's what we're all about

^AmTrue, preach It's a déjà vu, I've seen it all before ^AmDifferent season, same score ^AmEverybody wants your head on a spike ^CBut they were singin' your praises a day before ^AmNo new faces allowed in ^CThey said it's gettin' overcrowded ^AmThey're still fightin' over houses ^AmSo I just pick it up, put it down and leave^C it where I found it ^AmFeel like Macaulay Culkin, I'm home alone ^CCome to my window and throw a stone ^AmBecause I never wanna talk on the phone ^AmSame problems, growin' up in the danger zone ^AmNothing's changed, same story ^CSame dirty stains on your dirty laundry ^AmKeep it in the streets, doin' all the work ^CAnd the men in the suits takin' all the coin

^AmI went to see England, b^Fut ^{G Am Am}I went to see England, b^Fut ^{G Am Am}I went to see England ^AmI went to see England, b^Fut England's lost ^{G Am}

^AmLost, lost, ^Dlost, ^Amlost ^AmLost, lost, ^Dlost, ^Amlost

^AmHad a girl in Lisbon, a girl in Rome Now I'll have to stay at home So lock the shallows, bolt the doors Nothing's gonna be like Sin^Ggapore ^AmDon't know what's home ^AmThey didn't turn up, the comments complain No real person is matching their shame They're much too young and much too hold Growing much too hot and much too cold ^AmThat's what I thought

^AmI went to find England ^AmI went to find England ^AmI went to find England ^AmI went to find England, but England's lost