Hey! Hey! Babylon is Dead!

Hey! Hey! Babylon is Dead!

Hey! Hey! Babylon is Dead!

Hey! Hey! Babylon is Dead!

Hey! Hey! Babylon is Dead!

Hey! Hey! Babylon is Dead!

Hey! Hey! Babylon is Dead!

Hey! Hey! Babylon is Dead!

My Generation: half British / half Babylonian.

We will die of decadence just like the Greeks and the Romans before us

And everybody else that ever believed

That you can do whatever you want without consequence

We will run naked to the forests from God when He asks us

"What have you done?"

Babies were crying and Jesus was dying on a cross

Whilst we were all looking out for Number One

Following our hearts and being true to ourselves

Because the whole damn world revolves around the mind of the decadent westerner

Godless, meaningless culture

Loveless, selfish vulture

Lustre for the flesh of the living and the dead

But the meat comes in packages so you never have to stare her in the face

Sacrifice the girls to your semen

Sacrifice your children to your independence and freedom

Hey! Hey! Babylon is Dead!

Woe to you Babylon, because you have no minds of your own anymore.

You think you’re doing what you want to, but you’re not

You’re doing what they told you to do

Drinking what they told you to drink

And screwing who they told you to screw

You and I have been pacified by liars and cheats

Who are getting rich quick on our blood

And the blood of our children

And our children’s children

Whilst we choke on the ashes of our stupid mistakes

Perverted zombies are good for the economy

And if we all lived righteously the economy would collapse

So wake up zombies

God will surely judge Babylon and Britain for all of this crap

Hey! Hey! Babylon is Dead! x99

O Lord

We coughed our lungs into the sky

Poured contempt into the sea

Sucked each others’ bones dry

And broke apart like dead leaves

O Lord

I’m bleeding

I’m bleeding real good

No reason You should give a damn in heaven above

But O

When I look down I see I’m bleeding Your blood

Jesus

We turned Your name into a curse

In every corner of the earth

You’re the great unspeakable offence

Never to be spoken of again

O Lord

I’m bleeding

I’m bleeding real good

No reason You should give a damn in heaven above

But O

When I look down I see I’m bleeding Your blood

O Lord

We wouldn’t die for a good man

We wouldn’t suffer for anyone

We wouldn’t give up anything

For anything less than ourselves

O Lord

I’m bleeding

I’m bleeding real good

No reason You should give a damn in heaven above

But O

When I look down I see I’m bleeding Your blood

Jesus

We left behind what You said

Loved ourselves more than anything else

Till the last of the living were dead

And the dead ruled the face of the earth

O Lord

I’m bleeding

I’m bleeding real good

No reason You should give a damn in heaven above

But O

When I look down I see I’m bleeding Your blood

You know I wouldn’t have given up nothing for You, or anyone else

Jesus, I wonder

Why would You bleed Your blood for us?

Jesus, I wonder

Why would You bleed Your blood for us?

Suckers lined up on a Babylon chain gang…

O high society

Founded on the self

Where selfishness was the highest value that anyone ever felt

We reassured each other

"You got to look out for Number One…"

"Follow all your dreams man, before they’re all gone…"

So here in the land of the free

It’s weird that we do what we’re told like we’re slaves on a chain gang

We only want what they tell us to be wanting

And we always chase whatever they tell us to be chasing

Suckers lined up on a Babylon chain gang…

Sex is the opium of the people

And this is the most religious people of them all

We set up idols everywhere we go

Every page

Every channel

Every street

Every shop and every home

Television

Pay - rise

Alcohol

New car

Friday night

Younger flesh

Weed

Porn

Bigger breasts

Clearer skin

Property ladder

50% extra free

Or whatever is your weakness

And so on, endlessly

Here in the middle of a million idols and anaesthetics

We’ve become completely pacified

Completely apathetic

You could take every bit of dignity from us and we wouldn’t even notice

Because we’re too busy chasing the desires hung in front of our noses

Suckers lined up on a Babylon chain gang…

Where self centeredness is the ultimate principle

Those who can gain from others’ losses will do so

It’s simple

It’s a game

It’s Monopoly

It’s a race

It’s the economy

It’s illegitimate gods competing for significance

So drink more and think less - it’s good for the economy

O.C.D. stress is good for the economy

Spend yourselves into the red and pay it back with interest

And do whatever the heck else is good for the economy

We’re dogs fetching sticks for thieves

We’re suckers chasing fallacies

In the name of somebody else’s money

We do whatever we’re told

And we somehow still believe that we’re masters of our own lives

gods - with a lower case "g"

Suckers lined up on a Babylon chain gang…

Lovers, O lovers

Is anyone for real?

Sisters and brothers

I’m tired of the spinning wheel

So we put on our berets and became revolutionaries

Incensed by the enslavement of the masses by a few mercenaries

But the truth hits harder than our fears…

We’re enslaving each other - there is no "us & them" here

Show me one good woman

Show me one good man

I’ll show you a trap door full of secrets and corpses

We became gods - every man for himself

We’re not givers - we’re takers

We’re not lovers - we’re consumers

Sex is like food to us - pure sensory pleasure

Divorced from all human relational endeavour

People are disposable cameras

We take the nice memories and throw away the carcass forever

Lovers, O lovers

Is anyone for real?

Sisters and brothers

I’m tired of the spinning wheel

Give me expensive, spray - on love potions

Give me an R ‘n’ B song to focus on

Give me a fantasy

Give me divorce

Is this it?

Do we have a good thing going on?

You chewed me all up just to prove your own worth

A desirable product and a handsome consumer

We’re all washed up

We divorced ourselves from God

And we’ve got no worth in particular

I swallowed you down for plain simple pleasure

Since you don’t have any innate value either

Love is consumerism

and you’re a product for social, emotional and physical satisfaction

Sometimes we’re the product

Sometimes the consumer

Sometimes the slave

And sometimes the master

Mostly we’re both at once

Which is why all the love songs of my generation mean nothing

Lovers, O lovers

Is anyone for real?

Sisters and brothers

I’m tired of the spinning wheel

We say we’re free

We define our own relational moralities

But then we all end up doing the same thing

Wake up zombies

Our sexual roles have been defined by the media

in the interest of the economy

And power

And the selfish desires of people

Love of the self isn’t love, actually

The love songs of my generation mean nothing

Hollow gods

Halloween pumpkins

Male - Consumer - Pervert

In this place these terms have become interchangeable

Female - Product - Whore

Get me out of the cattle market

I can’t take it anymore

We divorced ourselves from God and became gods ourselves

Picked up His crown and put it down on our heads

Looking all serious, as though it were we who were betrayed

We filled up our bellies on whatever He had made

We are the illegitimate pretenders to the throne of blood

Give any man more power - see the more damage he does

But if you can't trust yourself then, tell me, who can you trust?

We took deity on credit from the people who knew us

They said that we out-grew Him. That we'd be happier without Him

They said that He was holding us back from all of the action

They said we could have whatever we wanted or imagined

We're gods, with a lower case "g", on plastic

But an ugly divorce is like a thorn in your pancreas

You don't want to talk about it for a long time afterward

You just want to drink, and smoke, and get on with your life

Chase your new horizons and sleep around for a while

So, to talk about God is weird and reprehensible

We don’t talk about the past or the future wherever possible

But to use God’s name as a cuss word is fine

Natural as breathing to us most of the time

We unchained ourselves from the sun and floated off into space

Turns out Galileo was wrong in the first place

We’re gods with a lower case "g"

The universe revolves around me

The consumer

The kings and queens of Babylonia

We unhinged ourselves from every context and grew imaginary wings

And crowned ourselves the centre of all things

We divorced ourselves from God and became gods ourselves

And we stopped giving a damn about anybody else

Naturally my dear it follows that you don’t care for me

And I don’t care for you very much either

We are the illegitimate children of nothing

With nothing left to do but try and prove that we mean something

Its survival of the fittest

Its every man for himself

Let the weak fall by the wayside

Let the dying go to hell

Because now we are only worth as much as we are rich

Or beautiful

Or useful

Or some such thing else

We have no innate value in (and of) ourselves

The identity crisis!

The beauty complex!

We used to be equals from the same Intelligence

Happy families.. Squabbling brothers and sisters

Then we divorced and disconnected from each other

There is no basis for equality here

We divorced ourselves from all absolute ethics

There’s no basis for human rights because morality is relative

Its survival of the fittest

Its every man for himself

Let the weak fall by the wayside

Let the dying go to hell

We made ourselves gods with a lower case "g"

And became kind of worthless

Eventually

We divorced ourselves from God and became gods ourselves

Drunken sack of bones at the bottom of the stairs

Bitter and alone

Singing "Damn it all to hell.

All my dreams have turned into nightmares…"