Lyrics:
what's that you see
Marching to the fields of Dunkirk?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with a carbine in his hand,
Marching to the Dunkirk war, hey
what's that you see
Marching to the fields of Dunkirk?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with a carbine in his hand,
Marching to the Dunkirk war, hey
road
It's a long hard road, hey, before we'll be free
Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see
Marching to the fields of Dunkirk?
Looks like Handsome
it
Tripping out wow
Call it Dunkirk
Head spinning round ow
Call it clock work
Please don't play around now
Going under
Gotta make it out somehow
at Dunkirk
To Pickett's Charge
And it's hard to go back
After coming this far
Down the road
Three mules looked over a fence
At the field beyond
Green
eye
The feed it to the bulls yeah
Like a baker
Firestick roast yuh achor
And when yuh si mi wid mi gun
Anyweh him tun mi run him dung
Dunkirk me a mek e
Sono in studio fra mi sembra dunkirk
Perchè piovono le bombe
Quando sto chiuso qui
Accendo e aspetto che si faccia mattina
La para mi avvisa cerco
matter
Story of legends, you'll see
Like the fields of Dunkirk
Still The Revolution In Me
I marched my army to New Orleans
Burning everything in
Not cool
The Boer War? Not Cool
World War Z? Script problems
Gallipoli War? Not cool
Helms Deep? Not cool
Tom Hardy flying over Dunkirk to save the day?
more
In far foreign fields from
Dunkirk to Belgrade
Lay the soldiers and chiefs
Of the Irish Brigade
In far foreign fields from
Dunkirk to Belgrade
Lay
Glock spain town fi couple deablos
Brawling dutt a pick up
High unda mi cannibis and mi ready fi touch
Brrp
Cya si mudara a run
Dunkirk killaz a kill fi
Chilenas/)
Bordeando finos flocos de areia
Um carcereiro atrás de ondas grades
No caminho pela rua visualizando clipes/imagens
Dunkirk mar luto pelos meus
dem a look fat
Dunkirk gyal dem hot now I'm not
Uptown gyal dem, ever look
A just to how dem look good, buju haffi bawl out
Look like yuh born wi gold
dem a look fat
Dunkirk gyal dem hot now I'm not
Uptown gyal dem, ever look
A just to how dem look good, buju haffi bawl out
Look like yuh born wi gold
And classmates laughed when the Buick rolled by
Remember, I pulled my privates out in class
And from Farmers to Dunkirk you straight whooped my (woo!)
gwan drown
How dem fi tek Dunkirk fi clown now...
4. Deh pon ma corner coolin
Caan tell ya how dis likkle punk tek bootsin
How me 45 is
Diss man from Rockfort and man from Rema
Gleaner!
A suicide or murder
Dem diss Dunkirk wit dem ya big long gun ya
Southside badman nuh come ya fi
I suppose I'm glad I'm on this train
And it's long
Somewhere between Dunkirk and Paris
Most people here are still asleep
But I'm awake
Looking
I suppose I'm glad I'm on this train
And it's long
Somewhere between Dunkirk and Paris
Most people here are still asleep
But I'm awake
Looking
badman cabin
Some bwoy nuh want no gyal, want no gyal
But she haffi get di pill, yow a so mi feel
Dunkirk nah go kiss no man fi real, fi real
Fi Sherine
a ruse an old wives tale
While I was in the borough where the dope and the gun work
Had the whole hood soundin like Dunkirk
Staring at my celing fan
Sour
Fi video di wuk
And show it a Half Way Tree clock tower
Big up di man dem from Dunkirk and up a Bowa
But yuh know badman anuh bowa!
Up to di time
marathon inna mi site
But a one mic mi chat pon
Ah mi studio mic
Well
Cho
3. A food alone guh inna wi mouth
Big up di gal dem from Dunkirk
Rhayader gets ready to sail, together with the
small Armada of other boats to help in the
desperate rescue operation at Dunkirk.
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