Internal Exile (Original Version)-Fish

I saw a blue umbrella in princes street gardens Heading out west for the lothian road An evening news stuffed deep in his pocket Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold Griersons spirit haunts the dockyards Where the only men working are on Documentary crews Shooting film as the lines get longer As the seams run out as the oil runs dry Chorus：hey there laddie/internal exile When will you realise we've got to let go Hey there lassie internal exile When 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 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 deserted Were out of sight and were out of mind Like our fathers before us We've eyes for america Dream of a new life on foreign shores But wherever we go well always know That the land we stand on is never our own