Ourland Lyrics - Terry Allen

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 Il put it in a little cafe 

And blow m to hell again 

An I fancy a pistol in my coat 

Loaded for the kill 

And wel gun the ones who run outside 

I swear by god we will 

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An I fancy a knife inside my pants 

Bone handled razor sharp 

An wel run ones that survive the blast 

And cut them in the dark 

An I fancy my hands behind the wheel 

An their wounded aaying down 

And wel punch the gas and run it fast 

An grind them in the ground 

Chorus