| There is no guidance in your kingdom
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| Your wicked walk in Babylon
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| There is no wisdom to your freedom
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| The richest man in Babylon
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| Your beggars sleep outside your doorway
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| Your prophets leave to wander on
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| You fall asleep at night with worry
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| The saddest man in Babylon
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| The wicked stench of exploitation
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| Hangs in the air and lingers on
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| Beneath the praise and admiration
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| The weakest man in Babylon
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| There is no hope left in your kingdom
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| Your servants have burned all their songs
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| Nobody here remembers freedom
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| The richest man in Babylon
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| (Scat)
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| Babylon no get rich again
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| But to end up sick again and you end up weak again
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| Babylon (scat)
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| Babylon you run
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| You better know, you better understand
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| The rancher man you better hear what we say
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| Babylon this is your final day
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| Babylon this is your final call, read the writing that’s on the wall
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| See, divided we stand and together we fall
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| You never know dat; |
| you not gon' catch me in a rat pack
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| We’re not gon' fall away from it Jah, no way |