| Snow
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| Cement
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| 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
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| 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
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| Angel
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| 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 |