Ourland lyrics

Song information

Artist: Terry Allen
Album: Bloodlines

Lyrics

Chorus:
Ourland is my land
Her history is calling me
From the shoes of another land
To ourland across the sea
Well I fancy a bomb inside my head
Ticking for the men
And i?l put it in a little cafe
And blow ?m to hell again
An I fancy a pistol in my coat
Loaded for the kill
And we?l gun the ones who run outside
I swear by god we will

Chorus

An I fancy a knife inside my pants
Bone handled razor sharp
An we?l run ones that survive the blast
And cut them in the dark
An I fancy my hands behind the wheel
An their wounded a?aying down
And we?l punch the gas and run it fast
An grind them in the ground

Chorus

An I fancy their widows under me
Squealin with delight
So we'll have our fun then when we?e 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? song
Then burn them in their beds
Chorus repeats

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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