Foreign Soil - Hideous Sun Demon

That’s what happens when you fly your flag on Foreign Soil

That’s what happens when you fly your flag on Foreign Soil

I know my daddy got his head blown up against the wall

I seen my daddy get his head thrown up against the wall

On the floor, Dad no more

Spilling over Foreign Soil

Going fast coz I’m riding on my motorbike

Police come and they confiscate my motorbike

Public Transport on the way home isn’t what I like

Verbal disease on the way home isn’t what I like

All my life, no more bike

Foreign Living Foreign Life

Coz that’s what happens when you fly your flag on Foreign Soil

Yeah that’s what happens when you fly your flag on Foreign Soil

Yeah that’s what happens when you fly your flag on Foreign Soil

Yeah that’s what happens when you fly your flag on Foreign Soil

Heavy living I don’t care

Yeah it’s the

It’s the frame I don’t like

Fast moving I don’t care

Coz I go

I go fast as I like

But when it wains I hate the hesitating

Slim minded I don’t care

Those people

Those people are who the are

Transparent I don’t care

But maybe

Maybe I’ve gone too far

Coz when it rains it comes right through the ceiling

Progression is the word

It describes who we are

Transcendence ain’t absurd

When your vision is marred

But hate is hate and hate is so unfeeling