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 twenty-first century schism

On a twenty-first 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 twenty-first 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 twenty-first 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