Born in babylon
by Soja
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I came from nothing but a nothing like nothing
nothing - like nobody thought i was something
nothing - like called every name in the book
but for every second guess I never gave a second look
I tell myself "Don´t let it get to me!"
´cause if the best they´ve got its not impressing me
then there´s no reason they should get the best of me
why they´re aiming at my words - that´s the rest of me
Chorus
So how can I stop all these
critics from their talking?
The more I do, the more they say.
But there´s no way I´m stopping,
so they just keep on talking.
Who do you think I think I am?
I got the feeling that there is more like me.
Born in Babylon but you just got to be free.
Shackles on your feet that you and me can´t see,
but you can feel them and they heavy,
so you need that key!
And so you´re looking at your hands sayin´:
"Man, if a distance is to me I could be mine."
But then you hear a voice comin´ from behind:
"Don´t even think about steppin´ out of line!"
Chorus
So how can i stop all these
critics from their talking?
The more I do, the more they say.
But there´s no way I´m stopping,
so they just keep on talking.
Who do you think I think I am?
Who do you think I am?
My friends are deep and they´re all I´ve got.
They stand up behind me if you like it or not.
And I´m telling you that the fire´s hot.
Can you see that smoking?
Did you hear that shot?
´Cause this is the war that in the middle I am.
So judge me now with your pen in hand
´Cause I´m too busy to judge another man,
trying to write a blueprint for all the world to understand
Chorus
How can i stop all these
critics from their talking?
The more I do, the more they say. - (More they say-y)
But there´s no way I´m stopping,
so they just keep on talking.
Who do you think I think I am?
Who do you think I am?
How can i stop all these
critics from their talking?
The more I do, the more they say.
(they wont stop talking)
(they wont stop talking)
But there´s no way I´m stopping,
they won´t stop talk, they won´t stop talking
There´s no way I´m stopping
...
Maybe I should not be myself
(who do you think I am)
as I´ve just giving the critics help
(who do you think I am)
and it makes me twist my stomach in half
(who do you think I am)
...
(who do you think I am)
if I never tried to do this at all
(who do you think I am)
and I think he´d be out of a job
(who do you think I am)
and maybe I just should´ve stayed in bed
(who do you think I am)
stay out of the booth and put all these guitars in the closet
(who do you think I am)
maybe I should go back to school
(who do you think I am)
but anymore education just makes me feel like a fool
(who do you think I am)
so I guess I gotta let critics talk
(who do you think I am)
Cause I won´t stop.
nothing - like nobody thought i was something
nothing - like called every name in the book
but for every second guess I never gave a second look
I tell myself "Don´t let it get to me!"
´cause if the best they´ve got its not impressing me
then there´s no reason they should get the best of me
why they´re aiming at my words - that´s the rest of me
Chorus
So how can I stop all these
critics from their talking?
The more I do, the more they say.
But there´s no way I´m stopping,
so they just keep on talking.
Who do you think I think I am?
I got the feeling that there is more like me.
Born in Babylon but you just got to be free.
Shackles on your feet that you and me can´t see,
but you can feel them and they heavy,
so you need that key!
And so you´re looking at your hands sayin´:
"Man, if a distance is to me I could be mine."
But then you hear a voice comin´ from behind:
"Don´t even think about steppin´ out of line!"
Chorus
So how can i stop all these
critics from their talking?
The more I do, the more they say.
But there´s no way I´m stopping,
so they just keep on talking.
Who do you think I think I am?
Who do you think I am?
My friends are deep and they´re all I´ve got.
They stand up behind me if you like it or not.
And I´m telling you that the fire´s hot.
Can you see that smoking?
Did you hear that shot?
´Cause this is the war that in the middle I am.
So judge me now with your pen in hand
´Cause I´m too busy to judge another man,
trying to write a blueprint for all the world to understand
Chorus
How can i stop all these
critics from their talking?
The more I do, the more they say. - (More they say-y)
But there´s no way I´m stopping,
so they just keep on talking.
Who do you think I think I am?
Who do you think I am?
How can i stop all these
critics from their talking?
The more I do, the more they say.
(they wont stop talking)
(they wont stop talking)
But there´s no way I´m stopping,
they won´t stop talk, they won´t stop talking
There´s no way I´m stopping
...
Maybe I should not be myself
(who do you think I am)
as I´ve just giving the critics help
(who do you think I am)
and it makes me twist my stomach in half
(who do you think I am)
...
(who do you think I am)
if I never tried to do this at all
(who do you think I am)
and I think he´d be out of a job
(who do you think I am)
and maybe I just should´ve stayed in bed
(who do you think I am)
stay out of the booth and put all these guitars in the closet
(who do you think I am)
maybe I should go back to school
(who do you think I am)
but anymore education just makes me feel like a fool
(who do you think I am)
so I guess I gotta let critics talk
(who do you think I am)
Cause I won´t stop.