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 [Chorus] 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] [Chorus] 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.Albans 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