Letra de All Eyes On The Saint

22nd of June, 209 AD, A crowd gathers
Ohhh they fuckin’ love a good beheading
Watch as St. Alban’s head rolls down the hill
The crowd stood still, ’cause what they just saw
It petrified them to the core
Ahhh to the core
Ahhhhhh

[Pre Chorus]
As the executioner raised his as his axe
I swear the saint smiled

[Coro]
Welcome Verulamium, cathedral city
All eyes on the saint

Our city with its beautiful history
Is being diluted
But we will not let go
No we won’t
Now get a grip on your roots boy
Don’t let go
But we will not let go

Ahhhhhh

[Pre Chorus]

[Coro]

And it’s cold outside

As the executioner swung his wedge
His eyes popped right out his fuckin’ head
Then when he should see the ancient moment
The making of the first British martyr
British martyr

Here lies truth, where I stand

So where St. Alban’s head
Laid to rest, after the kill
Fresh water sprung up from the ground
At the bottom of what’s now
Holywell hill
Holywell hill