Lyrics All Eyes on the Saint - Enter Shikari

All Eyes on the Saint

22nd of June, 209 AD
A crowd gathers
Oh, they fuckin' love a good beheading
Watch as St. Albans head rolls down the hill
The crowd stood still
Because what they just saw
It petrified them to the core
Ahh, to the core
Ahh
As the executioner raised his axe
I swear the saint smiled, I swear the saint smiled
As the executioner raised his axe
I swear the saint smiled, I swear the saint smiled
Welcome, Verulamium
Cathedral city, all eyes on the saint
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!
As the executioner raised his axe
I swear the saint smiled, I swear the saint smiled
As the executioner raised his axe
I swear the saint smiled, I swear the saint smiled
Welcome, Verulamium
Cathedral city, all eyes on the saint
Welcome, Verulamium
Cathedral city, all eyes on the saint
And it’s cold outside
And it’s cold outside
And it’s cold outside
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
Here lies truth, where I stand
Here lies truth, where I stand
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