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Mohammed Singh Azad, No apologies
Not a shot in the dark, This is a warning
The sleeping awakes each and every morning
The time is now right to burst the imperial bubble
And my act of revenge is just a part of he struggle
A bullet to his head won't bring back the dead
But it would lift the spirits of my people
We'll keep on fighting we've been a nation abused
You stiff upper lip will bleed and your pride will be bruised
No apologies, not a shot in the dark
This is a Warning
The sleeping tiger awakes each and every morning
The time is now right to burst the imperial bubble
And my act of revenge is just a part of he struggle
Synchronized time, vengeance will be mine
As they cross the curzon line into his mind
Into his home, I will burn the trophies he owns
Symbols of a future postponed
Mohammed Singh Azad, Sinbad
A bullet to his head won't bring back the dead
But it would lift the spirits of my people
A bullet to his head won't bring back the dead
But it would lift the spirits of my people
I'll shake hands with the hang man, I'll wear the noose with pride
For like the British I've no crimes to justify
Pentonville will be my last place on earth
And then death will return to me to the land of my birth
Mohammed Singh Azad, No apologies   Not a shot in the dark, This is a warning   The sleeping awakes each and every morning    The time is now right to burst the imperial bubble   And my act of revenge is just a part of he struggle    A bullet to his head won't bring back the dead    But it would lift the spirits of my people   We'll keep on fighting we've been a nation abused    You stiff upper lip will bleed and your pride will be bruised   No apologies, not a shot in the dark   This is a Warning   The sleeping tiger awakes each and every morning    The time is now right to burst the imperial bubble   And my act of revenge is just a part of he struggle    Synchronized time, vengeance will be mine    As they cross the curzon line into his mind   Into his home, I will burn the trophies he owns    Symbols of a future postponed    Mohammed Singh Azad, Sinbad   A bullet to his head won't bring back the dead    But it would lift the spirits of my people   A bullet to his head won't bring back the dead    But it would lift the spirits of my people   I'll shake hands with the hang man, I'll wear the noose with pride   For like the British I've no crimes to justify   Pentonville will be my last place on earth    And then death will return to me to the land of my birth
 
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