22nd of June, 209 AD, crowd gathers.
Ohhh they [bad word]  love a good beheading.
Watch as St.Alban's head, rolls down the hill.
The crowd stood still, 'cause what they just saw,
It petrified them to the core,
Ahhh to the core.
Ahhhhhh.

As the executioner raised his as his axe,
I swear the saint smiled.
 [bad word] [bad word]  cathedral city,
All eyes on the saint. [bad word] [bad word]  cathedral city,
All eyes on the saint.

Our city with its beautiful history,
Is being diluted.
But we will not let go.
No we wont.
Now get a grip on your roots boy.
Don't let go.
But we will not let go.

Ahhhhhh.

As the executioner raised his as his axe,
I swear the saint smiled.
 [bad word] [bad word]  Cathedral city,
All eyes on the saint. [bad word] [bad word]  Cathedral city,
All eyes on the saint.

And it's cold outside.
And it's cold outside.
And it's cold outside.
And it's cold outside.

As the executioner swung his wedge,
His eyes popped right out his [bad word]  head.
Then when he should see the ancient moment,
The making of the first British martyr.
British martyr.

Here lies [bad word]  where I stand.
Here lies [bad word]  where I stand.
Here lies [bad word]  where I stand.
Here lies [bad word]  where I stand.

So where St.Albans head,
Laid to rest, after the kill.
Fresh water [bad word] up from the ground,
At the bottom of what's now,
Holywell hill.
Holywell hill.