Ourland

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'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

Chorus

An I fancy a knife inside my pants

Bone handled razor sharp

An we'll run ones that survive the blast

And cut them in the dark

An I fancy my hands behind the wheel

An their wounded a'laying down

And we'll 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'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

Chorus repeats