Roaming free
Bound by borders
Of society
Nationalism stays in my heart
And taxes are responsibility
Guess society is my responsibility
'Stores are taking
Trends by a maelstrom
And selling things that are bought
But never owned
Grateful for things
That I had thrown
Feeling
That old-fashioned
feeling
Sends a meddlesome memory
Bringing gruntled greetings
From every bank
For every ******* lona
Economists
Were right
The country you live
Is a just a home
In a nationalist poem
And it really shows
That if you go through
the rolling with the punches
You'll never leave the turbulence
In your past
And in your present
You're just war-torn
Why send soldiers
If you people back at home