Snow, cement and ivory young towers
  Someone called us Babylon
  Those hungry hunters
  Tracking down the hours
  But where were 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 y'all
  See the letches crawl
  With the call girls under the table
  Watch them dig their graves
  `Cause Jesus don't save the guys
  In the tower of Babel
    Watch them 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 dealers in the basement
  Filling your prescription
  For a brand new heart attack
    But where were 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