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)