Текст песни Oh Country, My Country - Motorcycle Display Team

Wrapped me up in a flag on the day I was born
With the red on the white telling me what I was
With a chest full of pride holding forth like a sage
In a time when a boy was a man of the age

Oh country, my country
Any other is an enemy
Despite what they might do or say
Oh country, my country
Is accidental by geography
Ignore what the history says

Now I'm a little bit older
And my blood runs colder
But still I find it hard to comprehend
Why the froth and the fervour
To drift a little bit further
Into the Atlantic
Into the Atlantic
Into the Atlantic

Oh country, my country
Is the dictator of identity
Entitlement thrown in for free
Oh country, my country
Je ne c'est pas pourquoi fait accompli
Is not what I hoped it would be

Got it in my head
To bite the hand that fed
Every morsel that
Nourished this
Thing in me
Got it in my head
To bite the hand that fed
Every morsel that
Nourished this
Thing in me

Oh country, my country
They did a fucking good number on me
Immutable as the land and the sea
Oh country, my country
Is it compassion or expediency?
Superior is as superior does
Oh country, drown in triviality, yeah
This is what they died for?