Bricked up in the Nure

Lyrics

Old lanes twist where the stories brew, Swift wrote sermons as the wild winds blew. Gulliver dreams in the chapel’s shade, Ballynure secrets that never fade. Dr Ags shouting red and white, Greatest Gooner roaring through the night. History stirs in the fog and rain, Every stone’s got a pulse in the vein. Bricked up! Bricked up! Ballynure ignite! Raise that beat till it shakes the night! Bricked up! Bricked up! Feel the village roar! Kick drum slamming like never before! Bricked up! Bricked up! No turning back! Heart like a cannon on a hardstyle track— Ballynure we’re burning pure, Bricked up and begging for more! Paddy McNair with the hometown stride, Northern fire that you can’t subside. Fields hum low as the night draws in, Every path feels wired to the skin. Voices rise as the basslines flare, Ballynure madness everywhere. Ancient echoes shifting through the dark, Every heartbeat striking like a spark. Bricked up! Bricked up! Ballynure ignite! Raise that beat till it shakes the night! Bricked up! Bricked up! Feel the village roar! Kick drum slamming like never before! Bricked up! Bricked up! No turning back! Heart like a cannon on a hardstyle track— Ballynure we’re burning pure, Bricked up and begging for more! Swift’s old parish with a rebel soul, Dr Ags chanting as the drops unfold. McNair’s grit in the pounding air— Step by step you’re going nowhere. Bricked up tight in the Ballynure blaze, Caught in the heat of the hardstyle craze.