Song parody of
Babylon Gimme
by Mike Costaney
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I don't care what you're giving to me
I'm not prepared but just listen to me
If we're scared of the lesson
Then pack up all the snake skin you're wearing
Or just shed it
Never knowing how to define nothing at all
He loves me, he loves me not until the bald bulb falls
Polite as a painting waiting near a velvet rope
Stationary information while the laymen cope
I'm lamenting yesterday
Stolen breath from far away
It never meant so much to me
Than bodies over Babylon (this week)
Everyone wants something real
To validate everything we feel
Die inside or die alone
With bodies over Babylon (this month)
They don't care, they just wanna see the money over there
Is your fate wasted on your neighbor's plate
Tasted by the magistrate
Waiting for the perfect date
Too simple to understand
Or civil to lend a hand
Message everyone you know
To feel a hit of relevance again
These sentences won't stand up
To the scent of false prophets
Of the deified endeavors of the weak
Who only plot it
I'm lamenting yesterday
Stolen breath from far away
It never meant so much to me
Than bodies over Babylon (this week)
Everyone wants something real
To validate everything we feel
Die inside or die alone
With bodies over Babylon (this month)
I don't care what you're giving to me
I'm not prepared but just listen to me
If we're scared of the lesson
Then pack up all the snake skin you're wearing
Or just shed it
Never knowing how to define nothing at all
He loves me, he loves me not until the bald bulb falls
Polite as a painting waiting near a velvet rope
Stationary information while the laymen cope
I'm lamenting yesterday
Stolen breath from far away
It never meant so much to me
Than bodies over Babylon (this week)
Everyone wants something real
To validate everything we feel
Die inside or die alone
With bodies over Babylon (this month)
They don't care, they just wanna see the money over there
Is your fate wasted on your neighbor's plate
Tasted by the magistrate
Waiting for the perfect date
Too simple to understand
Or civil to lend a hand
Message everyone you know
To feel a hit of relevance again
These sentences won't stand up
To the scent of false prophets
Of the deified endeavors of the weak
Who only plot it
I'm lamenting yesterday
Stolen breath from far away
It never meant so much to me
Than bodies over Babylon (this week)
Everyone wants something real
To validate everything we feel
Die inside or die alone
With bodies over Babylon (this month)
