Babylon

Your son's wasted, mama And he don't care if you don't He's hurting when he's concious, Annd forgetting when he's stoned There's too much confusion And too much pain Your bastard son blew it again Disillusion is the name of the game Try playing wounded when there's noone to blame Pride is the mouse and pride is the cat Why do you all have to be like that? Babylon, oh Babylon Your gardens have pools in them now Babylon, oh Babylon The TV-set's your holy cow The neighbours kid, mama He OD'd last night I guess something here just ain't quite right... Babylon!