PTS.DUP

One hundred years living under the blood-red hand
A state of fear, forsaken by the mainland
Never, never, never had to handle the truth
Because only the winners write the history books

Nobody's culture should ever be dismissed
Just remember 15 million Brits forgot we exist
Now we're just 'the border problem' that they didn't think through
And the party worth a billion haven't a fucking clue

Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally

One hundred years living under the blood-red hand
No healing time to march on blood-stained land
Nothing to be proud of just the absence of truth
Have you ever tried comparing your kid's history books?

Maintain the division, let your trauma dictate decisions
Execute the executive like the Spanish Inquisition
There's no room for religion- tradition built on suspicion
Decommission partition; make reformation our mission

Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally

PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!

PTS.DUP!



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Writer(s): Adam Cooper, Joseph Mcveigh, Fionn Reilly
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