Tae believe the myth we are good
Fur the Lion Rampant, we would soar
But when the chips were doon
We didnae roar
The people tae the media glued
Their wurld view is very skewed
Things arenae like they were afore
Noo when the chips go doon
We try tae score
The Braveheart spirit
We were told
Was prood an’ strong
The lie wiz sold
When tyranny knocked
We locked oor door
Stayed inside
Began tae snore
A’ tried tae shout
This is a war
But a’ wiz shot doon
Jist like a wild bore
When ye gonnae wake up?
Take yer heed oot fae yer arse
The wurld stage is nu’hin mare
Than a total fuckin’ farce
They are aw playin’
The parts they’re telt tae play
Noo they are statin’
That they will hae their way
The country is noo well screwed
Unless we sort oot internal feud
When ye wurk jist like a filthy whore
When shit goes tits up
Ye’ll be washed ashore
When ye gonnae wake up?
Take yer heed fae oot yer arse
The wurld stage is nu’hin mare
Than a total fucking farce
They are aw playin’
The parts they’re telt tae play
Noo they are statin’
That they will hae their way
Are ye gonnae
Dae whit’s richt?
Cheers!
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