Wasted English

It's hard to understand The accents, we had to be there We had to throw ourselves into it Become the blind-led sophisticates You had to understand The entrance, we had to be there With the force of a thrown net, sprung With a champion's idea of wrong What is it, too much to lose or too little left to live for? You had to understand Take it from me, take some names Your wasted English a source of pride You wore it loud through the capital's quiet It's hard to understand The accent, but we had to be there Be swept up in the brawl and brag In its own gravitational drag What is it, too much to lose or too little left to live for?