The Devil Is An Englishman — Steve 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