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?