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Mick Jagger - England Lost (Lyric Video) ft. Skepta
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Vocals
Skepta
Skepta
Vocals
Ron Wood
Ron Wood
Electric Guitar
Charlie Watts
Charlie Watts
Drums
Matt Clifford
Matt Clifford
Keyboards
Robbie Nelson
Robbie Nelson
Programming
Pia Squillino
Pia Squillino
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Composer
Matt Clifford
Matt Clifford
Composer
Joseph Junior Adenuga
Joseph Junior Adenuga
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Co-Producer
Matt Clifford
Matt Clifford
Recording Engineer
Robbie Nelson
Robbie Nelson
Recording Engineer
Wez Clarke
Wez Clarke
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Cooper
Jeremy Cooper
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Lost, lost, lost, lost I went to see England, but England's lost I went to see England, but England's lost And everyone said we were all ripped off I went to see England, but England's lost Lost, lost, lost It wasn't much fun standing in the rain And we all yelled loud and we all complained Wasn't much of a game I got soaked Didn't look home anyway I went to see England, but England's lost I went in 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 blunt, think I lost the pint She can go home and smoke a joint, anyway Do you 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 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 we're all about True, preach 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 singin' your praises a day before No new faces allowed in They said it's gettin' overcrowded They're still fightin' 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, growin' up in the danger zone Nothing's changed, same story Same dirty stains on your dirty laundry Keep it in the streets, doin' all the work And the men in the suits takin' all the coin 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 shallows, bolt the doors Nothing's gonna be like Singapore (lost) Don't know what's home (lost, lost, lost) They 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 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
Writer(s): Robert Clifford Matthew, Joseph Olaitan Adenuga, Mick Jagger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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