I doubt that you will think of them
But I assure you they are there...
there is something so wonderful
about launching yourself...
Luke I'm not your father
For he is dead and gone...
Remember, Remember
Half Past September...
When the world whispers
the rumors of wars...
When the guns fall silent
when the last shots fired...
Come grab yourself a bollard boy
And I'll spin you a dit...
what did you feel,
throwing some food...
No matter where you go,
You are bombarded by politics...
Every time I put on this uniform I can't help but...
As so many want to fall and taste the end,
Instead of rising and uplift to knight the light...
Unfurl your flag, let your marching tune soar
in defeat nonetheless you stood your ground...