Ourland

chorus: OURLAND IS MY LAND

AND HER HISTORY IS CALLING ME

FROM THE SHORES OF ANOTHER LAND

TO OURLAND ACROSS THE SEA

WELL I FANCY A BOMB INSIDE MY HEAD

TICKING FOR THE MEN

AND I’LL PUT IT IN A LITTLE CAFE

AND BLOW ’EM TO HELL AGAIN

AN I FANCY A PISTOL IN MY COAT

LOADED FOR THE KILL

AND WE’LL GUN THE ONES WHO RUN OUTSIDE

I SWEAR BY GOD WE WILL

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AN I FANCY A KNIFE INSIDE MY PANTS

BONE HANDLED RAZOR SHARP

AN WE’LL RUN THE ONES WHO SURVIVE THE BLAST

AND CUT THEM IN THE DARK

AND I FANCY MY HANDS BEHIN THE WHEEL

AN THEIR WOUNDED A’LAYING DOWN

AND WE’LL PUNCH THE GAS AND RUN IT FAST

AND GRIND THEM IN THE GROUND

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AN I FANCY THEIR WIDOWS UNDER ME

SQUEALIN WITH DELIGHT

SO WE’LL HAVE OUR FUN THEN WHEN WE’RE DONE

WE’LL GARROTE THEM IN THE NIGHT

AN WE FANCY THEIR CHILDREN A’CRYING THEN

BUT WE WILL PAT THEIR HEADS

AND SING THEM TO SLEEP WITH A FIREMAN’S SONG

THEN BURN THEM IN THEIR BEDS

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