your son’s wasted,mama

and he don’t care if you don’t

he’s hurting when he’s concious,

and forgetting when he’s stoned

there’s too much confusion

and too much pain

your bastard son blew it again



disillusion is the name of the game

try playing wounded when there’s no one to blame

pride is the mouse and pride is the cat

why do you all have to be like that?



Babylon,oh Babylon

your gardens have pools in them now

Babylon,oh Babylon

the TV-set’s your holy cow



the neighbours kid, mama

he OD’d last night

I guess something here just ain’t quite right......



Babylon