Darkthrone

The Hardship Of The Scots
You buy your home And follow a dream No politics here Just self esteem A heart warms up To where you feel home No bastard rule of religion Soil surrounds the stone You get nothing for nothing And souls do not exist There is a concept of doom Nature abhors a vacuum The hardship of the Scots Uh! You buy your home And follow a dream No politics here Just self esteem Just self esteem A heart warms up To where you feel home No bastard rule of religion Soil surrounds the stone From Letras Mania