With a rumble of boots and a soldier's suit they march through irish land fresh-faced boys turned to grim young men, with a union jack in hand look to the roofs for trouble boy, and don't trust anyone you're a foreigner in a foreign land, and you don't belong my son get out, england, get out you know you don't belong get out, england, get out cause it's bloody and its wrong a beautiful people, proud and free you'll never keep them down how do you think they've made it through history ? balls have a name and sound you say you stand for noble things, so I don't understand the guns and the boots and the soldier's suits on green and noble land get out england, get out - you know you don't belong get out england, get out - cause it's bloody and it's wrong get out england, get out - it's time to put things right get out england, get out - cause this is not your fight don't think this is a catholic thing you're wrong I'm a wasp just like you but I sing a different song there's not excuse to split a country or think that you know best england I love you in so many ways but lets put this crap to rest Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com