Snow, cement and ivory young towers
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Someone called us Babylon
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Those hungry hunters
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Tracking down the hours
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But where were all your shoulders when we cried
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Were the darlings on the sideline
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Dreaming up such cherished lies
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To whisper in your ear before you die
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It's party time for the guys in the tower of Babel
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Sodom meet Gomorrah, Cain meet Abel
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Have a ball y'all
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See the letches crawl
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With the call girls under the table
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Watch them dig their graves
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`Cause Jesus don't save the guys
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In the tower of Babel
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Watch them dig their graves
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`Cause Jesus don't save the guys
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In the tower of Babel, no no no
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Junk, angel, this closet's always stacked
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The dealers in the basement
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Filling your prescription
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For a brand new heart attack
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But where were all your shoulders when we cried
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Were the doctors in attendance
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Saying how they felt so sick inside
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Or was it just the scalpel blade that lied
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Tower Of Babel
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| Elton John |
