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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 Letras de canciones 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 From Letras Mania