September 13th London

the air that fills my lungs
I'll hold my tears, and trade my ears
For a glimpse at kingdom come
On the other side of misery, there's a world we long to see
The strife we share, will take us there
To relief and sovereignty
… Oh by God we'll have our home again
By God, we'll have our home
By blood or sweat, we'll get there yet
By God we'll have our home
… In our own towns, we're foreigners now
Our names are spat and cursed
The headline smack, of another attack
Not the last, and not the worst
Oh my fathers, they look down on me
I wonder what they feel
To see their noble sons driven down beneath a cowards heel
… Oh by God we'll have our home again
By God we'll have our home
By blood or sweat, we'll get there yet
By God we'll have our home
… The road is dark, the way is lost
My eyes they strain to see
I struggle forth, to find a friend
To light the way for me
Oh brothers can you hear my voice or am I all alone?
If there's no fire to guide my way
Then I will start my own
… Oh by god we'll have our home again
By God we'll have our home
By blood or sweat, we'll get there yet
By God we'll have our home
… Oh by god we'll have our home again
By God we'll have our home
By blood or sweat, we'll get there yet
By God we'll have our home

Why are bongs so poor?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GaROQtcnDEQ

Bongs should stop having children if they can't afford them
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GaROQtcnDEQ