Last chance, wake up ffs.
The best I can do
will be the worst for you
chances I take
with your liveliehood
will impoverish
and enslave you
Debtors beware
➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖
Taxed in too submission
on every thing you do
on work on food
on energy
On the breathes you grab
For air.
On the back of 'his' decision
We stepped into the void
To appease the union's minions
With promises of gold.
Scotland oh our nation
Seperated from the rest
By a thousand years of antiquity
By laws and points of view.
The angles sought to rule us
Forging coins for palms
Driven by aspirations
By land and feudal arms
Considering that their entitlements
Were worth much more than yours
Now we stand United
Our country on the brink
Of realising her potential
Man
No Scotsman should need to think
The last chance now approaches
Assets hanging on
The thread of this unequal marriage
Lie withered, torn, forlorn
Voting no in the referendum
Will strip our souls away
Unless your fear is broken
Because fear it is my friends
That would allow you to be governed
By right wing fascist scum
Who line their deepening pockets
With the sweat of every Scot.
Monetary capitalisation
Grabbing every cent
If the penny drops too late
Our nation will be bartered
Sold to private equity
By the cronies of the toffs
Lining London's silkin troos
Laughing leering scoffs.
AGL
will be the worst for you
chances I take
with your liveliehood
will impoverish
and enslave you
Debtors beware
➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖
Taxed in too submission
on every thing you do
on work on food
on energy
On the breathes you grab
For air.
On the back of 'his' decision
We stepped into the void
To appease the union's minions
With promises of gold.
Scotland oh our nation
Seperated from the rest
By a thousand years of antiquity
By laws and points of view.
The angles sought to rule us
Forging coins for palms
Driven by aspirations
By land and feudal arms
Considering that their entitlements
Were worth much more than yours
Now we stand United
Our country on the brink
Of realising her potential
Man
No Scotsman should need to think
The last chance now approaches
Assets hanging on
The thread of this unequal marriage
Lie withered, torn, forlorn
Voting no in the referendum
Will strip our souls away
Unless your fear is broken
Because fear it is my friends
That would allow you to be governed
By right wing fascist scum
Who line their deepening pockets
With the sweat of every Scot.
Monetary capitalisation
Grabbing every cent
If the penny drops too late
Our nation will be bartered
Sold to private equity
By the cronies of the toffs
Lining London's silkin troos
Laughing leering scoffs.
AGL
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