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