Snow. Cement and ivory young towers.
Someone called us Babylon - those hungry hunters tracking down the hours.
But where were all your shoulders when we cried?
Were the darlings on the sideline dreaming up such cherished lies -
to whisper in your ear before you die?
Chorus:
It's party time for the guys in the tower of Babel.
Sodom meet Gomorrah. Cain meet Abel.
Have a ball y'all. See the letches crawl with the call girls under the table.
Watch them dig their graves -
'Cause Jesus don't save the guys in the tower of Babel.
Watch them dig their graves -
'Cause Jesus don't save the guys in the tower of Babel. No. No. No.
Junk, angel
This closet's always stacked
The dealers in the basement
Filling your prescription for a brand new heart attack
But where were all your shoulders when we cried?
Were the doctors in attendance
Saying how they felt so sick inside
Or was it just the scalpel blade that lied?
chorus (x2)