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?