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