Faster to Babylon
Robert Pollard
And faster to Babylon
Break the crate, sugar
And this will not be the title track
Though we thought maybe it should
The kids are all tripped out
From new self-torture fads
And forced harmony
Oh, bastards of Babylon
Don't go to sleep, babies
Got to walk it off
Like military dolls
Finally trapped
Please help a baby
The age where true men scream
Insane repetition
From losing the dream, now