Ourland

Lyrics
Ourland is my land 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 And 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 Cause ourland is my land Her history is calling me From the shores of another land To ourland across the sea And I fancy a knife inside my pants Bone-handled razor sharp And we'll run ones that survive the blast And cut them in the dark And I fancy my hands behind the wheel Their wounded laying down Ah, we'll punch the gas and run it fast And grind them in the ground Cause ourland is my land Her history is calling me From the shores of another land To ourland across the sea And I fancy their widows under me Squealing with delight So we'll have our fun, then when we're done We'll garrote them in the night And we fancy their children a crying then But we will pat their heads Then sing them to sleep with a fireman's song Then burn them in their beds Cause ourland is my land Her history is calling me From the shores of another land To ourland across the sea Yeah, ourland is my land Her history is calling me From the shores of another land To ourland across the sea
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Credits
- Writers
- Terry Allen