No one comes from here and so i'm not afraid

Everyone's the same as me

We don't talk the same so we don't talk at all

And our hosts just look on with glee



I'm the bishop of babel now

So it's low, yes it's low you must bow

Though my flock may sneer and mock

I'm the bishop of babel now



You'll see me in the street in golden hat and cape

And blessing all the waifs and strays

In the [hail and] shine, smiling, resigned

And abandoned to foolish ways



For i'm the bishop of babel now

As even stray dogs will allow

The poor folks flock around and remark,

"look, the bishop of babel's down!"



Oh, i'm the bishop of babel now

And my [audience] don't count in this town

[if relic] and flock here set to rot

I'm the bishop of babel now

Sad old bishop of babel now


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