Under this flag We're all Union Jacks And there's no home for the brave And there's no way back Under this flag We're all Union Jacks And there's
die. Waving the flag as he fell to the ground - While the locals rejoiced in liberation. So take those ice cold islands back - Almighty union jack/a
this flag, we're all Union Jacks And there's no home for the brave and there's no way back Under this flag, we're all Union Jacks And there's no home
the news today Heard the lonely people say There's a great big crack In the Union Jack There's a great big crack In the Union Jack In the Union Jack
Poor Britannia, drowning in your waves With the body of the unknown soldier and the best of the brave I have known you ever since I was a child How come
Vertaling: Die Babys. Union Jack.
Vertaling: Ian Hunter. Brief aan Britannia Van Die Union Jack.
Vertaling: Die Jack Unie. I Am.
Vertaling: Waite, John. Union Jack.
Vertaling: Suede. Skeuring in die Union Jack.
I was told that nothing was planned And that the future was unwritten Carpe diem, heaven is a dreamland Enjoy life, as long as you're not rotten Don't
Hey! You seem to know everything on everything But your lack of knowledge makes you a fucking upstart Damn, you are so close minded, a stupid redneck
Whatever happens to me, I lived my own reality (To) reject conformity and blind morality Go on, travel around the globe Meet open minded people and fuck
Hold up your fist Civil rights are threatened You're on their list And soon it'll be your turn No justice, no peace How long until the next crackdown?
Fuck mainstream, we're out of the commercial scheme, Your music industry has never interested me. Indoctrination and standardisation Bad Ska resistance
I shoot some hope to forget how life is unfair, the more you're sick the more you sink, obviously Profits lead society, we're just pawns, this game is
Ups and downs, that's just how my life goes, depression and sorrow I've overdosed Now i hope that the worst is behing me, I weathered the storm and no
Walking around in my city today, the buildings and people it all looks dead The squats are closing, not "artists" get paid, to pretend that something
