Testo Internal exile Big Fish

Internal exile

I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street GardensHeading out west for the Lothian RoadAn Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket
Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the coldGrierson's spirit haunts the dockyards
Where the onlym en working are on
Documentary crews
Shooting film as the lines get longer
As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry
Hey there laddie, Internal ExileWhen will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal ExileWhen will you realise we've got to let go'Starlings wheeling round Georgian spires
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
A lion sleeps in a tenement close
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar
Hey there laddie, Internal ExileWhen will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal ExileWhen will you realise we've got to let go'They bury a wasteland deep in the wilderness
Poison the soil and reap the harvest
Of blind indifference, greed and apathy
Sowed way back in our history
The fish are few the harbours empty
The keels now rot on our oil-slicked shores
The sheep are gone, the farms desertedWe're out of sight and we're out of mind
Hey there laddie, Internal ExileWhen will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal ExileWhen will you realise we've got to let go?
Like our fathers before usWe've eyes for AmericaDream of a new life on foreign shores
But wherever we go, we'll always know
That the land we stand on, is never our own
Hey there laddie, Internal ExileWhen will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal ExileWhen will you realise we've got to let go?