And ivory young towers,
Someone called us Babylon
Those hungry hunters
Tracking down the hours.
But where all your shoulders when cried,
Were the darlings on the sideline
Dreaming up such cherished lies,
To whisper in your ear before you die.
It’s party time for the guys in the tower of Babel.
Sodom meet Gomorrah,
Cain meet Abel.
Have a ball ya’ll
See the letches crawl
With the call girls under the table.
Watch ‘em dig their graves,
‘cause Jesus don’t save the guys
in the tower of Babel
This closet’s always stacked.
The dealers in the basement
Filling you prescription,
For a brand new heart attack.
But where 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.