Tekster:
English Beat Drowning

drowning, you're drowning (Round and round and round) You're drowning, you're drowning (In a frenzy now) You're drowning, you're drowning (Round and

walk the streets of London Which once seemed all our own The vast suburban churches Together we have found The ones which smelt of gaslight The ones in incense drowned

the Spring time then steady in the Winter While over the river, with needles for teeth The spindle and stick men, apportioned a grief Take to drink and drown, drown

in the Springtime then steady in the Winter, While over the river, with needles for teeth, the spindle and stick men, apportioned a grief, take to drink and drown...drown

a dying Come we'll fight with heart and steel Beat the English at Sterling brigde I will guard the Scotish throne I myself skinned Cressingham In his own blood he did drown

dally in the Springtime then steady in the Winter, While over the river, with needles for teeth, the spindle and stick men, apportioned a grief, take to drink and drown...drown

a dying Come we'll fight with heart and steel Beat the English at Sterling brigde I will guard the Scotish throne I myself skinned Cressingham In his own blood he did drown

takin your eye from trials and tribulations to kingdom in the patience This wide hallpath is beaten by beats made from good vibrations passed down for

a dying Come we'll fight with heart and steel Beat the English at Sterling brigde I will guard the Scotish throne I myself skinned Cressingham In his own blood he did drown