Soldiers Of The Empire

If England is dreaming, then Scotland's just asleep
Call ourselves a nation, we're a nation of sheep
Just another fuckin motherfuckin gun for hire
That's what we are
Soldiers of the Empire
Soldiers of the Empire

Souls bought and sold, born into a scheme
Loyal to a nation that sold its fuckin dreams
All around the world we hold the flag up higher
But we're down on our knees
Soldiers of the Empire

Hear the pipes, hear the drums
See the flags, see the guns
Flower of Scotland, Scotland the Slave
Caledonia screaming from foreign graves

The poverty that made you's a poverty of thought
You pray you can escape it before you fucking rot
So you join the army, see the world, see it on fire
Might is right
For soldiers of the Empire
Soldiers of the Empire

Daddy's Little Trooper, Little Mama's Boy
Mother's Little Helper, Sugardaddy's Toy
All these uniforms of thought, these uniform desires
The regimental colours
Of soldiers of the Empire

Hear the pipes, hear the drums
See the flags, see the guns
Flower of Scotland, Scotland the Slave
Caledonia screaming from foreign graves

The Empire never ended, the Empire's in your head
Fight it you become it; surrender and you're dead
What's the fucking point? If you deny it, you're a liar
That's what we are
Soldiers of the Empire
Soldiers of the Empire
Soldiers of the Empire
Soldiers of the Empire

Hear the pipes, hear the drums
See the flags, see the guns
Flower of Scotland, Scotland the Slave
Caledonia screaming from foreign graves

Soldiers of the Empire [x4]