Текст песни Terry Allen - Ourland
Terry Allen - Ourland слова песни
Chorus:Ourland is my landHer history is calling meFrom the shoes of another landTo ourland across the seaWell I fancy a bomb inside my headTicking for the menAnd IжЉЈl put it in a little cafeAnd blow ж…№m to hell againAn I fancy a pistol in my coatLoaded for the killAnd weжЉЈl gun the ones who run outsideI swear by god we willChorusAn I fancy a knife inside my pantsBone handled razor sharpAn weжЉЈl run ones that survive the blastAnd cut them in the darkAn I fancy my hands behind the wheelAn their wounded aжЉЈaying downAnd weжЉЈl punch the gas and run it fastAn grind them in the groundChorusAn I fancy their widows under meSquealin with delightSo we`ll have our fun then when weжЉ®e doneWe`ll garrote them in the nightAn we fancy their children a crying thenBut we will pat their headsAnd sing them to sleep with a firemanжЉЇ songThen burn them in their bedsChorus repeats