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



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

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