Ourland

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