Lyrics:
the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
strong men came hurrying through
While
the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While
to hunt the royal stag, within the royal wood,
But better than this he loved the bliss of pulling his royal pud.
Chorus :
He was dirty and lousy
a flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud-el-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While
of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While
the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While
out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying
out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
strong men came hurrying
out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying
OF THE ANARCHY
MISS ANARCHY
IN HER BIG CITY TROUSERS
A LITTLE LESS SKOUSER
I'M A 'CA-NKY' KNICKERED ROYAL HI
OFF THE BOAT COME RESCUE ME
RESCUE ME
ROLL OUT
out a flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky then at Suvla or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came a-hurrying
afloat
And I don't think that it's funny
Looks like I've sunk my boat
Looks like I've sunk my boat
Royal Britannia the jet set dreams on and on
Into
Town,
We hung out the flag of war,
For 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky,
Than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar,
And from the plains of Royal Meath,
Strong
out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
And on the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying
royal
It’s getting hot
time to watch the demons boil
Came in slave ships but leaving in a private yacht
Middle finger to the cops
giggle as the demon
Got it in my pocket money flying when i sneeze
Rolling in a big yacht see me on the keys
Buy the store out i can do that with eaze
Whip a brand new
Ich feier' uns so, wie wir sind
Wir sind keine Royals oder Kings
Doch dafür sind wir frei, wir sind niemals allein
Wer braucht 'n Rolls-Royce oder
Ain't no one else gon take our spot
Gone have to pay God to get us stopped
Cuz I won't work for no one else till my heart stops
Long live Britannia, it's
They hung out that flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men
die schönen Dinge, die ich gerne hätte
Manchmal in der Nacht träum' ich von 'ner Yacht
Fliege weit, weit weg in 'nem eig'nen Jet
Doch wenn ich
die schönen Dinge, die ich gerne hätte
Manchmal in der Nacht träum' ich von 'ner Yacht
Fliege weit, weit weg in 'nem eig'nen Jet
Doch wenn ich
One
The Almighty will point out
The only royal blood in the crowd
Excalibur
Sword of the kings
Take me on your wings
Back where I belong
point out
The only royal blood in the crowd
Excalibur
Sword of the kings
Take me on your wings
Back where I belong
Excalibur
Unworthy
Bound to fail
that bullish I pull ish like a magnet
A dragnet, I don't drag I gets net income, yo bums I rush like adrenaline
I'm royal when I flush, your highest
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