كلمات War Dreams of Itself

Oh, Babylon, Babylon! Spill the secrets And then you'll tell me When this is over Overdone and over-out Folded papers Those saints at labor love but fall In Babylon Babylon bombs There's thrush in the flue Come here mighty Orcus And swing that cue Yeah A 21st-century schism On a 21st-century loom of red, white and blue Heavens to Betsy There is a place for a street named Disgrace Six-six-cicada Six-six-cicada House on a hill for a street named Disgrace I'm awakened I'm awakened I'm awake Yes, I'm no fake In a Babylon, Babylon groove, boy There's thrush in the flue Come here mighty Orcus And swing 'round that cue Yeah There's thrush in the flue Come here mighty Orcus Sing 21st-century gloom Oh, Babylon, Babylon! (They fear) I'm awakened (They fear) I'm awakened This world may be over But when I'm with you There's no place to hide Yes, I'm no fake In a Babylon. Babylon groove, boy There's thrush in the flue Come here mighty Orcus And swing that cue Yeah There's thrush in the flue Come here mighty Orcus Sing a 21st century Heavens to Betsy There is a place for a street named Disgrace Six-six-cicada Six-six-cicada House on a hill for a street named Disgrace