war dreams of itself

Smashing Pumpkins

Oh, Babylon, Babylon!
Spill the secrets
And then you ll tell me
When this is over
Overdone and over-out

Folded papers
Those saints at labor love but fall
In Babylon
Babylon bombs

There s thrush in the flue
Come here mighty orcus
And swing that cue
Yeah
A 21st-century schism
On a 21st-century loom of red, white and blue

Heavens to Betsy
There is a place for a street named Disgrace
Six-six-cicada
Six-six-cicada
House on a hill for a street named Disgrace
I m awakened
I m awakened
I m awake

Yes, I m no fake
In a Babylon, Babylon groove, boy
There s thrush in the flue
Come here mighty orcus
An swing round that cue
Yeah
There s thrush in the flue
Come here mighty orcus
Sing 21st-century gloom

Oh, Babylon, Babylon!
I m awakened
They fear I m awakened

This world may be over
But when I m with you
There s no place to hide

Yes, I m no fake
In a Babylon. Babylon groove, boy
There s thrush in the flue
Come here mighty orcus
An swing that cue
Yeah
There s thrush in the flue
Come here mighty orcus
Sing a 21st century

Heavens to Betsy
There is a place for a street named Disgrace
Six-six-cicada
Six-six-cicada
House on a hill for a street named Disgrace