MILTON OF LEYS    

The clock at the citadel
Life slowly ticking round
He's got the whole world in his hands
And his feet frozen to the ground

We went up to the top, bring us back down again
Milton of Leys - Burn it to the ground again
Milton of Leys - Flag it on another day
“In paradise”, he tries to sing to me
It sounds like more parasitical yarn to me
Milton of Leys - Burn it to the ground

Four dodgy ink blot marks
A lower lip scarred blue
He starts foaming at the mouth
Just give us a bloody clue

Forty days, one night
Stuck in the wilderness
The guard shakes, ripping out the seats
Overnight from Inverness

We went up to the top, bring us back down again
Milton of Leys - Burn it to the ground again
Milton of Leys - Flag it on another day
“In paradise”, he tries to sing to me
It sounds like more parasitical yarn to me
Milton of Leys - Burn it to the ground

We went up to the top, bring us back down again
Milton of Leys - Burn it to the ground again
Milton of Leys - Flag it on another day
“In paradise”, he tries to sing to me
It sounds like more parasitical yarn to me
Milton of Leys - Burn it to the ground

Phil Collins, Phil Collins
How do you sleep at night, Phil Collins?
I’d like to smash your records right over your head
And make you choke on the words you’ve said...