mis textos son hardcore aunque no escuches los gritos

Go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we'll fight you for 800 more

If you stay British soldiers, if you stay
You'll never ever beat the IRA
For the 14 men in Derry
Are the last that you will bury
So take a tip, and leave us bloody be

So go on home British Soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

We're not British, we're not Saxon, we're not English
We're Irish and proud we are to be
So fuck your Union Jack, we want our country back
We want to see old Ireland free once more

So go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

We'll fight them British soldiers for the cause
We'll never bow to soldiers because
Troughout our history, we were born to be free
So get out British bastards leave us be

So go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

Go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more
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beste batzuk ere egin dezaketela eh... i mean, ez dezu british izan behar zuretzako dala pentsatzeko... ya tu zabeh

ez kuban, ez irlandan, ez kurdistanen, ez iraken, ez euskal herrian

internazionalismoa edo herrien arteko elkartasuna ta berdinen arteko tratua da, edo ez da.

musuak ta maitasuna borrokan, elkartasunean eta erresistentzian sinisten dezuen guztientzako.

ta gorrotoa, gorroto bortitz eta barnekoa horren aurka borrokatzen duten inperialista zikinentzat.