Cry
Its them against us, our country we defend
They are a threat to us they are not our friend
Feel the throng of the champions cry
We are fighting but not really sure why
Yes to the throne and to England and lands
Shooting and looting just by using our hands
Death to all who threaten and to those
Who have the cheek to argue and oppose
Will go into battle bearing sword and my steed
Oh its not about oil and its not about greed
Its because we are the defenders of equality and free speak
We need to prove we aren’t targets or weak.
By whatever means we will fight and attack
And once we strike there is no going back
We’ve a ferocious angry army we will have the last hooorah
As long as we always have enough petrol for the car