Where the hell have you been We've been waiting with our best suits on Hair slicked back and all that jazz Rolling down the Union Jack See you at the
heart that holds your fate Don't give me my money, honey, I don't want it back You and your pony face and your Union Jack Well, take your local joker
f-ck [Verse 2] From talking it out to the parking lot From the parking lot to my safe house Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City Most
Union Jack's to remain I see Namatjira in custody And I see Truganini's in chains Well, I hear much support for the monarchy And I see the Union Jack
is the day Sunday Bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday is the day Oh, you Anglo pigs and Scotties, sent to colonize the north You wave your bloody Union Jack
to burn {2x} Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day You Anglo pigs and Scotties Sent to colonize the north You wave your bloody Union jack And
If I was captain of the waves I'd turn the gun on you Any last requests Before you join dead? I'll crap into your Union Jack And wrap it 'round your
wave swirls You're wondering why there's no one about At least Captain Scott actually stood on the spot Where he planned to put up Union Jack And though
and stare. "I've never!" he declared, "Seen such a freak so fair." And on her jaw was the Royal Flying Corp and on her back was the Union Jack, now
He came to gape and stare "I've never" he declaired "Seen such a freak so fair!; And on her jaw was the Royal flying corp And on her back was the Union Jack
all gone England's bastard sons Pissed on all those years I guess nothing matches tears Nothing matches Nothing matches You wore your Union Jack As
baby I need you. *Guitar* God bless America, it's great finished lie. Winning the war, with their hearts and lies. Standing besides her, with a Union jack
and the yellows. Black sky... the missles blast home! (It's half for me, half for my company) My union's name is Jack, and it's a ripper! hammers her
on the flag When they take it out on you Chorus: We're flying the Union Jack And there ain't nothing wrong with that We're flying the Union Jack And
then we fired from the gallery and through every little crack We fired so much that the cook started cooking Didn't have to worry so we flew the Union Jack
Lucky one Alison krauss & union station Verse 1 You're the lucky one so I've been told Free as the wind blowindown the road Loved by many, hated by
'll be saved Because we're cut, dried, microwaved Safe in the knowledge that we'll be saved You say there's no black in the union jack But you can't
V1: Rule brittania? The bitch's scammed ya No smiling union jacks My friends I want my money back. But what about the system? I think no-one would