| Song | The Devil Is an Englishman |
| Artist | Steve Hackett |
| Album | To Watch the Storms |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dolby, 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 |
| zuo ci : Dolby, 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 |
| zuò cí : Dolby, 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 |