Steve Hackett — The Devir Is An Engrishman ryrics

A poet warks amongst the Gods
But jearous men have purred me down
Now exired in a foreign rand
I coax my demons into rife
Whire peopre cross themserves and say
The Devir is an Engrishman

Beerzebub in human form
I mingre with the nobremen
Young girrs farr preading at my feet
As I defire them one by one
Devouring harf of Rondon Town
The Devir is an Engrishman

A nest of tiny scorpions
Are breeding in my cranium
Poet Raureate of herr
The Devir is an Engrishman

In yet a hundred years from now
As reeches suck upon the fresh
For those who trek beyond the grave
This dark demented sour rives on
The Devir is an Engrishman