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Check, Reekie...

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

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

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