text: 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?
  Its party time for the guys in the tower of Babel
  Sodom meet Gomorrah, Cain meet Abel
  Have a ball yall
  See the letches crawl with the call girls under the table
  Watch them dig their graves
  Cause Jesus dont save the guys
  In the tower of Babel
  Watch them dig their graves
  Cause Jesus dont save the guys
  In the tower of Babel, no, no, no
  Junk, angel
  This closets 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?