Terry Allen - Ourland lyrics

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抣l put it in a little cafe And blow 慹m to hell again An I fancy a pistol in my coat Loaded for the k** And we抣l 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抣l run ones that survive the blast And cut them in the dark An I fancy my hands behind the wheel An their wounded a抣aying down And we抣l punch the gas and run it fast An grind them in the ground Chorus An I fancy their widows under me Squealin with delight So we'll have our fun then when we抮e 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抯 song Then burn them in their beds Chorus repeats