I want to go
Where nowhere is home
I want to merge
Away into the mob

And change my face
Whenever I want
I'll shave my beard
And I'll give smiles to all

No time to moan
Mind your own concerns
The city burns
And we still make a toast

Hold back your laughs
Till your face explodes
Now bare your breast
And wait for the crows

Strangers as best friends
And call-girls as girlfriends
Heart with low batteries
And minds packed like sardines
 [bad word] to Babylon!

Soldiers like rockstars
And TV like wet-nurse
Nightmares in pixels
And future in sweepstakes
 [bad word] to Babylon!

Now take off your shoes and relax
Sell by auction all your regrets
Remember you are not yet born
Hey! [bad word]  my boy, to Babylon!