Me I go murder them We are go murder them all Hear this! (ad lib) Chorus It name babylon No we don't like them at all (murder them) But what is worse than the babylons
Tradução: Nieve. Babilonia.
: 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
: Alright, before we get it started when we did "smoke two joints" that was Jack from the Toys And that song "Rivers of Babylon" was written by Brent
The common man doesn't suffer pain like this only the soul that has never been kissed let us adore our beautiful son he's ridin' on the River of Babylon
when you caint move in a party Mi say England is a place that covered in snow Man we drink the ribeana wi don't no like drink beer But Jelly fish Jahman
there above their heads just as vivid as life Each vision transported in multitudes inventing light Grecian galleons, The Sack of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon
scenes Then there above their heads just as vivid as life Each vision transported multitudes inventing light Grecian galleons, the sack of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon
Then there above their heads just as vivid as life Each vision transported in multitudes inventing light Grecian galleons, The Sack of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon
common man doesn't suffer pain like this Only the soul that has never been kissed Let us adore our beautiful son He's ridin' on the rivers of babylon
I have searched my whole life long For loving in this Babylon Without you, my baby Without you, my baby Just when I had found despair You came and answered
captain smiles and his eyes are red Mississippi water washing over me Mississippi water washing over me A lady's riding bareback on a horse I know that Babylon
Alright, before we get it started when we did, "smoke two joints" That was Jack from the Toys and that song, "Rivers of Babylon" Was written by Brent
Alright, before we get it started Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon' Was written by B Dowe
I am all alone / Curled up on the kitchen floor I lie / Snow is falling down / Perfect patterns in night sky / Pure white noise between my ears / A clean
these walls The night took the rose Bound it with moonlight And cut it up with the morning star In Arcadia ego A rose to drown in snow A sepulchre by
't want to know The night and Erebus proclaimed And threefold Hecate of hundred names Who minds or who revenges injured love On moonless nights Oh donA't eat the yellow snow
's true For here is juice of poppy bruised With hemlock black and poisonous infused Yea life is a witch And then you fly Somniferum And death is not black But snow