Your Country
UK82 hardcore punk, 1980s pub-punk-rock, catchy hyper-melodic power-pop-melody, gang shouted choruses, snarled lead vocals, distorted pick bass, downstroke rhythm guitar, octave guitar hook, mono drum kit, snare crack, cymbal smash accents, live room bleed, tape saturation, slapback echo, rough mixdown, short song form, 210 BPM, four on the floor, anthem chorus, streetwise fury
Your Country
UK82 hardcore punk, 1980s pub-punk-rock, catchy hyper-melodic power-pop-melody, gang shouted choruses, snarled lead vocals, distorted pick bass, downstroke rhythm guitar, octave guitar hook, mono drum kit, snare crack, cymbal smash accents, live room bleed, tape saturation, slapback echo, rough mixdown, short song form, 210 BPM, four on the floor, anthem chorus, streetwise fury
Lyrics
They sell you flags like dirty mags
Scratch-n-sniff pride in a plastic bag
“Die for the line on a map,” they say
Your Country loves you when you bleed that way
Your Country (says love!)
Your Country (means kill!)
Your Country is a four-letter word, spit it ‘til you choke your fill
Your Country
Your Country (none left!)
Your Country wants your body bag, I’m keeping every breath
They hang up saints in camouflage frames
Halo of smoke over stadium games
They bet your bones like chips in a jar
“Peace at home if you burn over there” so far
Your Country (says pray!)
Your Country (means gun!)
Your Country is a four-letter word, screaming through a forked tongue
Your Country
Your Country (sit, heel!)
Your Country wants your trigger finger, I’m keeping how I feel
Line us up, dress us down
Same black boots, same dead town
I won’t pledge, I won’t kneel
Love is my draft, that’s the only deal
Your Country (says fight!)
Your Country (means grave!)
Your Country is a four-letter word, I’m done being well-behaved
Your Country
Your Country (get bent!)
If peace is treason, paint me guilty as hell, I’ll never pay their rent