A CLUB FOR GENTLEMAN … HOWEVER UNREFINED
Home of Proud Western Chauvinists
Who refuse to apologize for creating the Modern World
“In the beginning of a change the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.” ― Mark Twain
When there is nothing left,
but the fire in my chest,
and the air that fills my lung …
I will hold my tears,
And trade my years,
For a glimpse of 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 …
Chorus
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 worse …
Oh my Fathers they look down on me,
I wonder what they feel,
To see their noble sons driven down beneath a coward’s heel …
Chorus
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’O 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 …
Chorus
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 …
Chorus
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 …
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