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 Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyard The only men working, documentary crews Shooting film as the lines get longer As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry Hey there, laddie, internal exile When will you see that we got to let go? Hey there, la**ie, internal exile When will you realize we got to let go? Starlings wheeling, 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 Hey there, laddie, internal exile When will you see that we got to let go? Hey there, la**ie, internal exile When will you realize we got to let go? We got to go now Oh, would you please let us go now? They bury the 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 and the harbors are empty The keels now rot on our oil slicked shores The sheep are gone, the farms deserted It sounds out of sight and we're out of mind Hey there, laddie, internal exile When will you see that we got to let go? Hey there, la**ie, internal exile When will you realize we got to let go? We're gonna go now We're gonna go now 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, laddie, internal exile When will you see that we got to let go? Hey there, la**ie, internal exile When will you realize we got to let go? We're internal exile, we got to, got to let go We're internal exile, we simply got to let go Got to let go We got to go now Would you please let us go now? Internal exile, internal exile Would you please let us go?