The Hardship Of The Scots Paroles

To where you feel home
No bastard rule of religion
Soil surrounds the stone

You get nothing for nothing
And souls do not exist
There is a concept of doom
Nature abhors a vacuum
The hardship of the Scots
Uh!

You buy your home
And follow a dream
No politics here
Just self esteem
Just self esteem

A heart warms up
To where you feel home
No bastard rule of religion
Soil surrounds the stone