Song | The Devil Is an Englishman |
Artist | Steve Hackett |
Album | To Watch the Storms |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dolby, Hackett | |
A poet walks amongst the Gods | |
But jealous men have pulled me down | |
Now exiled in a foreign land | |
I coax my demons into life | |
While people cross themselves and say | |
The Devil is an Englishman | |
Beelzebub in human form | |
I mingle with the noblemen | |
Young girls fall pleading at my feet | |
As I defile them one by one | |
Devouring half of London Town | |
The Devil is an Englishman | |
A nest of tiny scorpions | |
Are breeding in my cranium | |
Poet Laureate of hell | |
The Devil is an Englishman | |
In yet a hundred years from now | |
As leeches suck upon the flesh | |
For those who trek beyond the grave | |
This dark demented soul lives on | |
The Devil is an Englishman |
zuo ci : Dolby, Hackett | |
A poet walks amongst the Gods | |
But jealous men have pulled me down | |
Now exiled in a foreign land | |
I coax my demons into life | |
While people cross themselves and say | |
The Devil is an Englishman | |
Beelzebub in human form | |
I mingle with the noblemen | |
Young girls fall pleading at my feet | |
As I defile them one by one | |
Devouring half of London Town | |
The Devil is an Englishman | |
A nest of tiny scorpions | |
Are breeding in my cranium | |
Poet Laureate of hell | |
The Devil is an Englishman | |
In yet a hundred years from now | |
As leeches suck upon the flesh | |
For those who trek beyond the grave | |
This dark demented soul lives on | |
The Devil is an Englishman |
zuò cí : Dolby, Hackett | |
A poet walks amongst the Gods | |
But jealous men have pulled me down | |
Now exiled in a foreign land | |
I coax my demons into life | |
While people cross themselves and say | |
The Devil is an Englishman | |
Beelzebub in human form | |
I mingle with the noblemen | |
Young girls fall pleading at my feet | |
As I defile them one by one | |
Devouring half of London Town | |
The Devil is an Englishman | |
A nest of tiny scorpions | |
Are breeding in my cranium | |
Poet Laureate of hell | |
The Devil is an Englishman | |
In yet a hundred years from now | |
As leeches suck upon the flesh | |
For those who trek beyond the grave | |
This dark demented soul lives on | |
The Devil is an Englishman |