I wish someone could tell me What I have to find now Can’t find what I’m hunting Want to use my mind now. When the storm breaks, you will have to know When the storm breaks, what you gonna do? Our enemies are capitalists, communists as well Both these forms of evil are raining our death-knell We salute the troops of yesterday, who fought the Marxist plague And we will carry on your fight as the white men of today. People try and put you down and stamp you to the ground They don’t seem to realise there’s no way you’ll back down There is nothing they can do to step on you and me ‘Cos we’ll just keep on fighting, that’s the way it’s gotta be. Waiting for the weekend, on a left-wing afternoon Reds are gonna lose their power, skinheads gonna call the tune Pushing through the Red scum, feeling pretty good The pride of being White men, go for commie blood. Green Fields Of France.
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He’s getting weaker everyday but he has to xnd his job He’ll get no more money on the day he has to stop One day at work he feels so bad that he falls down on the floor The boss he assures he don’t abuse but he throws him out the door.
You’re wondering you ever went away, you’re missing everything you’ve known Silly little things like the lake down in the park and wondering if the trees have grown You miss the food and the friendly atmosphere, the morning papers and the tea You’re getting homesick ‘cos you’re thinking back, of the jewel in the sea. Wake up on a Saturday, wonder what’s your fate Gotta face the trial from your mates But for that you didn’t really care. You’ve made up your mind, go down the travel agency and book a ticket on the plane You’re happier now than you’ve been for several years, ‘cos you’re going back home again You’ve been a traveler for quite a few years, but you’re going where you want to be Back to the place where you were born and bred, back to the jewel in the sea.
Tell me why you’re doing what you do Is it someone else now, or is it you? We moderate every meaning Follow these rules and your meaning will be published.
Skrewdriver – Blood & Honour – lyrics
If this song really means something special to you, describe your feelings and thoughts. Sign up or log in with. Everyday is getting worse and I’m feeling down and blue You’ve got to realize the importance of this move Gotta break out from my thoughts, I’ve gotta try to carry on I know just what I want, and I’ll get it before too long.
Don’t be too late, don’t miss the train We gotta get a result, Lord what a pain, what a game We gotta keep fighting, we gotta walk tall We gotta stick together, and then march forward, one and all. The time is nearly here, the tension starts to build Communists all over, Jubilee Gardens are all filled Reds are pretty worried about the skinheads at the show Sheep they fly their Red flag, but the skinheads have their own White Power!
Reach the office, you sit down and have a cup of skredriver Read the paper and tut-tut at the news The enemies skrrewdriver this country are marching on our streets But you don’t care so long as they don’t touch you. Open up your eyes Can you see clearly? Bold Italic Link Add an image new! He’s a prisoner of peace Kept there at the will of the Marxists in the east He’s a prisoner of peace Kept there at the wishes of the Lryics in the east.
You tell me you aren’t in it for the wealth But you’re just there for the profit, yeah and nothing else. You tried to take our manhood, you tried to steal our pride You made our people suffer, you took us for a ride We got ourselves a union, to try to air our voice When it started speaking, you smashed it like a toy.
Also we collected some tips and tricks for you: Green Fields Of France. All I need is for someone to open that door. People try and put you down and stamp you to the ground They don’t seem to realise there’s no way you’ll back down There is nothing they can do to step on you and me ‘Cos we’ll just keep on fighting, that’s the way it’s gotta be.
Our enemies are capitalists, communists as well Both these forms of evil are raining our death-knell We salute the troops of yesterday, who fought the Marxist plague And we will carry on your fight as the white men of today. Tomorrow Belongs To Me.
They find him dying on the floor, yeah he’s lying on his back He’s covered honoour newspapers and a dirty ripped-up sack The dawn it breaks, the rain it falls, but the young man doesn’t live He gave his life to pills and syringes, and had nothing left to give.
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Live with constant hassle Don’t you wonder why now Always keep you searching All the day and night now. Waiting for the weekend, on a left-wing afternoon Reds are gonna lose their power, skinheads gonna call the tune Pushing through the Red scum, feeling pretty good Skrewdrifer pride of being White men, go for commie blood.
Daily papers, black headlines, won’t you tell us all the news? When the storm breaks, can we count on you? Don’t understand our culture, don’t understand our lives Don’t understand our suffering, don’t understand our strife. Post my meaning Write my explanation new To explain lyrics, select line or word and click “Explain”.
For the blood and honor For the blood and for the pride For the blood and honor We must never let our Europe be taken for a ride We look with caution to the bloox We can see the red flag of the beast Countless millions have died at the Marxists’ hands We would fight and die to keep our land Repeat Chorus Solo Repeat Chorus Marxists’ greedy hands around our throats Bankers buying up your lives and sitting back to gloat We should fight to control our people’s fate Europe never was no puppet state Repeat Chorus x3.
Think of all the things that you have missed Don’t you want much more from life than this?
Skrewdriver – Blood & Honour Lyrics
Share your meaning with community, make it interesting and valuable. Young girl raped and an old one mugged, and the police look for clues Soldiers killed in County Down A lord is killed at terrorists’ hands. You have got to try and own your own life You keep yours, yeah, and I’m gonna try for mine You look around and then you realize You skreqdriver so many people in a different light.
What a time we had on Friday night What a bird you went with, what a sight And you made excuses for her face.