The soldier said, “this church is mine”
They’re making up for 1389
Says they forgot a thousand years of pain
He’ll make them speak his tongue again
This hill was mine in 12 BC
I’ve brought a gun in case you disagree
Snipers lurk where stones may fall
To keep them in, they’ve built a wall
Towards Rathmines, the ships set sail
They’re reaching out beyond the Pale
Plantations grow and that tongue wanes
Sets the mould for Mumbai and Maine
They all believe his one demand
He says he’ll stop with the Sudetenland
It’s more than tongue, the blood’s the proof
But he used that blood to paint the roof
First Crimea and then Dnipro
He’s struggling with short man syndrome
It’s all just power but he says it’s tongue
Tell me if you’ve heard this one
They say they’re strong, yet under threat
Must redraw lines ‘til their needs are met
You call them out, the protests come
“But he’s my kin, he speaks my tongue”
this fits well into the late 90s-early 2000 era of rock music. Has some of that same spunk of punk rock from bands like green day to me. It's a head banger for sure daneascott