Babylon Blues

A city that’s all one color,
A sinister shade of gray,
Where the walls tumble up,
And there are seven nights in every day,
Confusion is commodity,
Desperation a new dance craze,
The streets they don’t go anywhere,
They’re just a tour of the maze.
What’s the news,
Babylon blues.
Just right up the street,
At the corner of rape and vine,
There’s an excuse behind a badge,
Feeding the dogs to the lions,
There’s a dream back in the ally,
She’ll help you catch up on your sleep,
But Hell is so expensive,
And man; Paradise is cheap.
Light the fuse,
Babylon blues.
They’re building a new religion,
But they’re not sure if the sidewalk can hold it,
So they amend a few codes,
And now the blind lead the blind folded,
Now the third shift traffic masterpiece,
Goes no way home to bed,
Oily hearts pollute the mechanism,
Of the cities clockwork head.
Digest the ruse,
Babylon blues.
The old man of the parking lot,
The doctor hands him the ink blot,
He says tell me what you see tell me true,
The old man looks and says I see you.