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
And yet a hundred years from now As leeches suck upon the flesh Of those who step beyond the grave This dark demented soul lives on The Devil is an EnglishmanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
