I Saw A Blue Umbrella In Princess Street Gardens
Heading Out West For The Lothian Road
An Evening Used Stuff Deep In His Pocket
Wrapped Up In His Problems To Keep Away The Cold
Grace And Spirit Haunts The Dark Arts
The Only Man Working On A Documentary Cruise
Shooting Film As The Lines Get Longer
As The Seams Run Out As The Oil Runs Dry
Hey There Lassie, Internal Exile
When Will You See That It's Time To Go?
Hey There Lassie, Internal Exile
When Will You Realize You Gotta Let Go?
Hey There Lassie, Internal Exile
When Will You See That It's Time To Go?
Hey There Lassie, Internal Exile
When Will You Realize You Gotta Let Go?
Oh, you gotta let go
Simply gotta go
Gotta go now
The Burial Wasteland
Deep In The Wilderness
Poison The Soil
And Reap The Harvest
Of Blind Indifference
Greed And Apathy
Sold Way Back In Our History
The Burial Wasteland

The fish are few, the harbour's empty, the keel's now rot on our oil slick shores
The sheep are gone, the farm's deserted, it's out of sight and we're out of mind
Hey there laddy, internal exile, you see that it's time to go
Hey there lassie, internal exile, you realise you've got to let go
Like our fathers before us we've eyes for America, dream of a new life on foreign shores
Wherever we go we will always know that the land we stand on is never our own
Hey there laddy, internal exile, you see that it's time to go
Hey there lassie, internal exile, you realise you've got to let go

Well now you realise you've got to let go
Oh, internal exile
Internal exile
We've got to let go
Internal exile
Internal exile
Internal exile
We are
We are
We are
We are
Internal exile

Internal exile
Internal exile



Internal exile
Internal exile
We'll see you next time.