Bangladome

What have I done?
My hands are stained with blood
But so are everyone's

I'll travel far
Travel alone
To my country
To my Home

Bangladome
My East, my only home
Bangladome
My West, my Thunderdome

What have I learned?
Hands that can't be washed
Only burn

I'll travel in the sun
To my throne
Where my country waits
I call my home

Bangladome
My East, my only home
Bangladome
My West, my Thunderdome

Bangladome
My East, my only home
Bangladome
My West, my Thunderdome