Snow, cement, and ivory young towers
Someone called us Babylon
Those hungry hunters tracking down the hours

But where 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, ya'll
See the letches crawl with the call girls under the table
Watch 'em dig their graves
Cause Jesus don't save the guys in the Tower of Babel
Watch 'em 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 dealer's in the basement
Filling you prescription for a brand new heart attack

But where 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

It's party time for the guys in the Tower of Babel
Sodom meet Gomorrah, Cain meet Abel
Have a ball, ya'll
See the letches crawl with the call girls under the table
Watch 'em dig their graves
Cause Jesus don't save the guys in the Tower of Babel
Watch 'em dig their graves
Cause Jesus don't save the guys in the Tower of Babel
No, no, no

(Repeat)