Eazy Sleazy lyrics - Mick Jagger (feat. Dave Grohl)
We took it on the chin
The numbers were so grim
Bossed around by pricks
Stiffen upper lips
Pacing in the yard
You're trying to take the mick
You must think I'm really thick
Looking at the graphs with a magnifying glass
Cancel all the tours, football's fake applause
No more travel brochures
Virtual premieres, I've got nothing left to wear
Looking out from these prison walls
You got to rob Peter if you're paying Paul
But it's easy easy
Everything's gonna get really freaky
Alright on the night
Soon it'll be be a memory you're trying to remember to forget
That's a pretty mask
But never take a chance TikTok stupid dance
Took a samba class yeah I landed on my ass
Trying to write a tune you better hook me up to Zoom
See my poncey books teach myself to cook
Way too much TV, its lobotomizing me, yeah
Think I've put on weight
I'll have another drink then I'll clean the kitchen sink
We escaped from the prison walls
Open the windows and open the doors
But it's easy easy
Everything's gonna get really freaky
Alright on the night
It's gonna be a garden of earthly delights
Yeah it's easy sleazy
Everything's smooth and greasy
Yeah easy, believe me
It'll only be a memory you're trying to remember to forget
Shooting the vaccine
Bill Gates is in my bloodstream
It's mind control
The earth is flat and cold
It's never warming up
The Arctic's turned to slush
The second coming's late
And there's aliens in the deep state
Now we're out of these prison walls
You gotta pay Peter if you're robbing Paul
But it's easy easy
Everything's gonna be really freaky
Alright on the night
We're all headed back to paradise
Yeah easy. believe me
It'll be a memory you're trying to remember to forget
Easy cheesy
Everybody sing please please me
Yeah
It'll be a memory you're trying to remember to forget
England Lost lyrics - Mick Jagger
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 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 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
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
Don't know what's home
Lost, 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
England Lost (Remix) lyrics - Mick Jagger (feat. Skepta)
[Mick Jagger:]
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 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 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
[Skepta:]
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
[Mick Jagger:]
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
Don't know what's home
Lost, 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
Gotta Get A Grip lyrics - Mick Jagger
Gotta get a grip
Beat it with a stick
Gotta get a grip
She goin' for the hit
THe world is upside down
Everybody lunatics and clowns
No one speaks the truth
And madhouse runs the town
Well you gotta get a grip
Beat it with a stick
You gotta get a grip
Everybody's stuffing their pockets
Everybody's on the take
The news is all fake
Let 'em eat chicken and let 'em eat steak
Let 'em eat shit, let 'em eat cake
You gotta get a grip
You gotta get a grip
You gotta keep it zipped
And shoot 'em from the hip
Yeah, yeah, you gotta get a grip
Beat it with a stick
I tried diversion and I tried coercion
Mediation and medication
LA culture and aquapuncture
Overeating and sex in meetings
Induced insanity, Christianity
Long walks and fast drives
And wild clubs and low dives
I pushed and I strived
But I can't get you, can't get you
Can't get you out of my mind
Gotta get a grip
Oh you, oh you
Oh you, beat it with a stick
Immigrants are pouring in
Refugees under your skin
Keep 'em under, keep 'em out
Intellectual, shut your mouth
Beat 'em with a stick
Oh you
Gotta get a grip
Gotta get a grip
Chaos crisis instability, ISIS
Lies and scandals, wars and vandals
Metadata scams and policy shams
Put 'em in a slammer
Gotta get a grip
Gotta get a grip
Come on
Strange Game lyrics - Mick Jagger
(from "Slow Horses" soundtrack)
Surrounded by losers
Misfits and boozers
Hanging by your fingernails
You made one mistake
You got burned at the stake
You're finished, you're foolish, you failed
There's always a hope
On this slippery slope
Somewhere a ghost of a chance
To get back in that game
And burn off your shame
And dance with the big boys again
It's a strange, strange game
Strange, strange game
Such a shame - shame, shame
Yes a strange game
You got to carry the blame
In this strange game
You're out on a limb
And you're trying to get in
It's a strange game
You piled up the corpses
And exhausted your sources
Lying right under a cloud
The odds are against you
The gods haven't blessed you
You better get back on the rails
Drill down on the data
Keep pushing the paper
The damps dripping down on the walls
It's a million to one
There's a place in the sun
To dance with the big boys again
It's a strange, strange game
Strange, oh so strange
You don't even know my real name
Yes a strange game
You got to carry the blame
In this strange strange game
You're out on a limb
And you're trying to get in
It's a strange game
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