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Fight for my country


Within all the whispers of the United Nations
they fail to see the homeless sleeping by the railway stations
The Muppet's who read what is told in the papers
Fail to see that they are the countries molesters
So yes I will I fight for my country!!!
The land, which always beckons me!!

The gangs of children on the corner
the passers-by that never warned her
The pregnant woman and the beating bruises
as the rich get richer as another good soul loses
So yes I will fight my country!
upon its hills of purgatory!

the unemployed creative thinker
the depressed heavy drinker
the greedy outsiders who don't give a damn
About where I came from or who I am
So yes I will fight for my country!
To cure the blind fools who cannot see!

Slaves to the crown in our industrial towns
As we just except the policies of the clowns
Weapons of mass destruction?
Words are the killers in globalisation
So yes I will fight for my country!
So rally to my cries from across the sea!

And as we lose are grip upon this political landslide
I will not be the one to surrender and hide
Armed with what I know is right
I will take up arms and fight!
So yes I will fight for my country
And will not stop until I change the scenery!







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