You think it's the pipes, but it turns on the lights
Our city hall goblins
Our city hall goblins
Our balleroy is a home of goblins
And I'm next already
Our city hall goblins
Our city hall goblins
They're past my home at night
They are not alright
Ten times my age
One tenth my height
Our city hall goblins
Our city hall goblins
Our city hall goblins
Cause of the old night mill
Our blood evil
And the grace from old green glaze
Pretends to say
Our city hall goblins
Our city hall goblins
They'll get ya
So Queen Victoria
Is the last black slug
In Piccadilly, Manchester
Our city hall goblins
Our city hall goblins
Our city hall goblins



And they sing
We cannot warm the floor
At night in peace
At night in peace
At night in peace
At night in peace
At night in peace
At night in peace
At night in peace
Hand-knit and Pace
Hand-knit and Pace
Hand-knit and Pace
Hand-knit and Pace
Hand-knit and Pace