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Snow, cement and ivory young towers Someone called us Babylon Those hungry hunters Tracking down the hours But where were all your shoulders when we cried Were the darlings on the sideline Dreaming up such cherished lies To whisper in your ear before you die It's party time for the guys in the tower of Babel Sodom meet Gomorrah, Cain meet Abel Have a ball y'all See the letches crawl With the call girls under the table Watch them dig their graves `Cause Jesus don't save the guys In the tower of Babel Watch them dig their graves `Cause Jesus don't save the guys In the tower of Babel, no no no Junk, angel, this closet's always stacked The dealers in the basement Filling your prescription For a brand new heart attack Letras de canciones But where were all your shoulders when we cried Were the doctors in attendance Saying how they felt so sick inside Or was it just the scalpel blade that lied From Letras Mania