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?S?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?S?l 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?S?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?S?aying down
And we?S?l punch the gas and run it fast
An 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?S®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?S? song
Then burn them in their beds
Chorus repeats
1 | Amarillo Highway |
2 | Cortez Sail |
3 | Flatland Boogie |
4 | The Wolfman Of Del Rio |
5 | What Of Alicia |
6 | Billy The Boy |
7 | Lubbock Woman |
8 | Red Bird |
9 | Oui |
10 | Buck Naked |