Babylon Dust

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Lyrics

Babylon Dust lyrics

Who will be arriving next?
This cold solid station reeks of bullet holes, seems ready for a serving, a greedy platter of spirals. The ice cold chiming sounds the arrival of the following train... heed it's warning.
This is warning one, to these fallen guys sex is heaven mate, my zen depends on twelve.
A lingering scratch, the mobile leans against the black station wall, out of steam, out of breathe.
The doors wince open & what do I see?
Vampires everywhere. Consumers of blood money; cash, smoked with Afghan hash. Greedy fingers and snapping mouths, chasing themselves around the toxic city. The Corpor8 Ladder.

Damn me what a calamity
It's all deranged such insanity
Red red eyes make me drink more wine
A passport just to pass more time
And while we thinking we're drinking
And while we drinking we're thinking
What the hell is this shit all about
Oh my God get me the hell out
It's such a mission to find a good incentive
to find another way to keep yourself inventive
No matter waht the law says
you know I got my causes
I've been around the course
and I've been a couple corpses..

Cos I drank your poison
the boys in the hood made noise
and I think its good cos now I'm robin hood..
robbing the hood blind for that which I must
robbing the hood blind for that which I must
robbing the hood blind for that which I must. . .

babylon dust

Well as for me I'm fine these days, divine in fact
drink wine sometimes and smoke that
green bag of mooti, I might be, kinda mighty. . .
if some fellers want to fight me. . .
I'll bust out the peace pipe and shine bright all night.
It's quite a sight I have to say, amused to play all day.
But like last May I had to pay
more than money to keep things funny
donated a piece of my soul for a bowl of cold gold
umquomboti, feeling kinda naughty I called a big dude shorty..

Cos I drank your poison
the boys in the hood made noise
and I think its good cos now I'm robin hood..
robbing the hood blind for that which I must
robbing the hood blind for that which I must
robbing the hood blind for that which I must. . .

babylon dust

Lyrics By: Darin Collins

Song Info

Composed by: Darin Collins

Produced by: Darin Collins

All instruments: Darin Collins