Running Through Jungles Not Knowing Why Welcome: To Babylon

Nineteen seventy nine and we don't even care ? As restless as we are yet, tis so easy to get caught up Within orphan Joey's perpetual season in woes this rainbow Skidrow coloured their flesh but don't you know; smit the bit this lingo pit Hanging on a tit suckled through a slit rin tin sin and his brother gin shoving grenades In their blue blank daze sunless gaze abysmal cage crack'pot sage fortune teller rage feed the beast Bowing to statues reaching for gold serving their belly this hate that they hold: king copula's gab'fest gabbling.... Crossing continents spheres as realms tis hard not to feel the pain you instill your evil ways darkened haze their babies.