Our Vets sleep on our city streets
While Invaders enjoy fresh clean sheets
Escorted to Kent by the lifeboat crew
Along the coast while screwing you
We cannot take this crap no more
Its getting closer than the house next door
So Blowing you up on the count of three
"One two three so you wont catch me
Crime don't pay or so they say
Go to hell because it will today
Shouting loud "Yeah hear our voice"
Bazooka's are lethal our weapon of choice
We are now and will always be
Soldiers of God yeah you and me
Come with us and spread the word
We need to be free just need to be heard
Remember back to forty five
When our ancestors were still alive
Raising the flag and fighting back
Against the hatred of the union jack
No warnings given just respect our law
We fight for our rights and will even the score
We're taking a leaf from the good old days
An eye for an eye like the good book says
Crime don't pay or so they say
Go to hell because it will today
Shouting loud "Yeah hear our voice"
Bazooka's are lethal our weapon of choice
Our Vets sleep on our city streets
While Invaders enjoy fresh clean sheets
Escorted to Kent by the lifeboat crew
Along the coast while screwing you
Keep away and hidden from view
The vigilantes are looking for You
Try your luck and see what you get
Just stick your head above the parapet
One in one out I heard them say
But we aint playing the game your way
Look over your shoulder if out tonight
I am a sniper your in my sights
Yeah look over your shoulder if out tonight
Prepare for war as we love a fight
A grenade will take you out for sure
Go on just try it open that door
Our Vets sleep on our city streets
While Invaders enjoy fresh clean sheets
Escorted to Kent by the lifeboat crew
Along the coast while screwing you
Sick and tired of Muslim scum
Offered goodies so you still come
You abuse our laws and girls you rape
Laughing behind the lefts red tape
We are ready for war and we don't care
We have grenades and arms to bear
Infesting invaders we need to protect
Our Island we need to disinfect
Lets get it over as I've had enough
Of your stupid religion while we sleep rough
The time is now so no more grief
The contraband is beyond belief
Our army still sleeps upon the streets
The Monarchy we will delete
We aint gonna need a sovereign no more
So Blowing you up on the count of four
Howd ya like that You evil sons?
I'm pulling my pin so duck and run
yeah pulling that pin "You son of a gun"
Four bloody three two bloody one
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