| I’m the dog,
|
| I’m the bone,
|
| I’m the blood in the ice-cream cone,
|
| I’m the sticks,
|
| I’m the stones, yeah, thats breakn' your fuckin' bones.
|
| I’m the dirt.
|
| I’m the filth.
|
| I’m your little happy pills
|
| I’m the worms, in the can
|
| I’m the corpse in the body bag.
|
| Now we’re ready for the non-stop thrills and chills
|
| Bury the hatchet and the blood will start to spill
|
| The stars, they will fall
|
| And it don’t mean nothin' at all
|
| When you’re a teen-aged waste stared in B-Movie Babylon
|
| Babylon
|
| Babylon
|
| Babylon
|
| I’m your bug, in the shell
|
| I’m your own, private Hell
|
| I’m your hopes
|
| Im your dreams
|
| I’m the monster that makes you scream
|
| I’m your neck, in the noose
|
| I’m your screw thats comin' loose
|
| I’m your curse
|
| I’m your greed
|
| I’m your neighborhood body theif
|
| Now we’re ready for the non-stop thrills and chills
|
| Bury the hatchet and the blood will start to spill
|
| The stars, they will fall
|
| And it don’t mean nothin' at all
|
| When you’re a teen-aged waste stared in B-Movie Babylon
|
| Babylon
|
| Babylon
|
| Babylon
|
| Babylon |