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Let us climb the rooftops of city streets. Let us feast on the ruins of time. We will dance the stars and the satellites. Share a smoke and red bit of wine. Lookin' down from the sky, we will laugh with relief cops and thieves on the streets. Problems waiting beneath. Can't you see the buildings of Babylon? Ancient servants down at our feet, dirty slums, sirens, and party goers wrapped in vapors of a great sewer heap. Lookin' down from the sky, we will laugh with relief at cops and thieves on the streets. Boulevards, shiny cars, they're waiting beneath. Let us climb the rooftops of city streets. Let us feast on the ruins of time. We will dance the stars and the satellites. Share a smoke and red bit of wine. From Letras Mania