Check, Auld Reekie...

I was raised in a city made of stone
Castle stands tall over all that we know
But flying on top, ain't the flag of our home
Red & blue shows that we're owned by the Throne
I wanna shout out Declaration of Arbroath
Stand on my sovereign, raise a glass toast
Fill up a drab, brag, and I boast
Proud to be a Scot in this land of our own
Bone, to pick with government henchmen
Waiting on the day that we hold referendum
Maybe then ken, we could all stop pretending
That we're all drunks getting high on the heroin
We don't need a hero or heroine
Just need a vote, to make things better then
Next step pride, feel no remorse
Glasgow to Edinburgh, Athens of the North

Tourists walk around our town looking up
Admiring the architecture we don't notice much
We keep our head down but soon it won’t hurt
To try and make a change stop gazing at the dirt
It's tough, but it could be worse
We stay in a tolerant place with much love
Amazed at the way it's portrayed and that sucks
When the media's feeding you a bunch of words
That's false talk, don't get caught
Ironically the net giving freedom of thought
So cast out, man it feels good
To see so many people feeling like you
Bran new, and the night is young
As is dawns on the daughters and belligerent sons
Of Scotland, SOS, save our souls, your soul is blessed
I'm so lucky to be born here
What a city...