Bangladome - Red Flag

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