Well I still can't make up my mind about what I oughtta do Which way is up, which way is down, which road will bring me through Friday Saturday flying
Sing a song of Babylon Of days gone by and days to come Sing a song and I'll sing along with you Sing a song of Babylon Of what's gone right and what
Another casualty, another sealed fate Tried so hard just to clear the slate But all it takes is one mistake Stuck and strung out dying on your own No
I don't want to wind up as a wingnut preacher Rant like this, smell like that I don't mean to make it as no money creature Spend like that, bend like
(I'm not ready for the) Nine to five Wasted dreams and wasted lives No justice no empathy No thrill slow kill drains like a leech Backs are gonna break
Mikey knocked down 12 years old Bloody knees and bloody nose Wipes the mud out of his eye Says "Dad, is it alright for me to cry?" 'Son don't you wanna