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Ourland Lyrics Artist(Band):Terry Allen
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 kill 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 If you find some error in Ourland Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Ourland The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Terry Allen" Music | |
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