Ja, we weten dat ze een beetje belastingvluchtelingen zijn, de Stones, net als U2 met hun grote praatjes, maar dit is dan wel de band van Satisfaction, We love you, Under cover of the night, Street fighting man en noem maar op. Ze hebben zich ook nooit het loze woordje “activist” laten aanmeten. Mick Jagger geeft commentaar op Brexit.
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
Gotta get a grip
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 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 England’s lost [Bruge] 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, but England’s lost
England lost
