Snow, cement, and ivory young towels
Someone call us Babylon, those hungry hunters
Tracking down the hours
But where were all your shoulders when we cried?
Were the darlings on the sideline
Dreaming of such cherished lives
To whisper in your ear before you died?
It's party time
For the young hunters
For the guys in the town
Oh, baby
Son, meet your mom
Can't be able
Have a ball in y'all
See the ledgers drop
With the corks up under the table
Watch them dig the graves
Cause Jesus don't save the guys
In the town of Babylon
Watch them dig the graves
Cause Jesus don't save the guys
In the town of Babylon
No, no, no
John
Angel
This closet's always stacked
The dealer's in the basement
Filling your prescription
For a brand new car
For a brand new heart of time
But where were all your shoulders when we cried?
Were the doctors in attendance
Saying how they felt so sick inside?
Or was it just the scalp that laid that lie?
It's party time
For the young hunters
For the guys in the town
Oh, baby
Son, meet your mom
Can't be able
Have a ball in y'all
See the ledgers drop
With the corks up under the table
Watch them dig the graves
Cause Jesus don't save the guys
In the town of Babylon
Oh, baby
Watch them dig the graves
Cause Jesus don't save the guys
In the town of Babylon
No, no, no
It's party time
For the guys in the town of Babylon
Son, meet your mom
Can't be able
Have a ball in y'all
See the ledgers drop
With the corks up under the table
Watch them dig the graves
Cause Jesus don't save the guys
In the town of Babylon
Watch them dig the graves
Cause Jesus don't save the guys
In the town of Babylon
No, no, no
It's party time
For the guys in the town of Babylon
For the guys in the town of Babylon