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