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I was raised in a made of stone,
Castle tall over all that we know,
But flying on top, the flag of our home,
Red & blue shows we're owned by the Throne,
I shout out Declaration of Arbroath,
on my sovereign, raise a glass toast,
up a drab, brag, and I boast,
Proud to be a Scot in this of our own,
Bone, to pick with henchmen,
on the day that we hold referendum,
Maybe then ken, we could all pretending,
we're all drunks getting high on the heroin,
We don't need a or heroine,
Just need a vote, to make things then,
step pride, feel no remorse,
Glasgow to Edinburgh, Athens of the

Tourists walk our town looking up,
the architecture we don't notice much,
We keep our head but soon it won't hurt,
To try and make a change stop at the dirt,
It's tough, but it be worse,
We stay in a place with much love,
at the way it's portrayed and that sucks,
When the media's feeding you a of words,
That's false talk, get caught,
Ironically the net giving of thought,
So cast out, man it good,
To see so many people feeling you,
new, and the night is young,
As is on the daughters and belligerent sons,
Of Scotland, SOS, save our souls, soul is blessed

I'm so lucky to be here,
a city...