Babylon
Dear Babylon
I heard from a friend you're doing fine
You cast him out for asking questions that you didn't like but
I guess that's just how it goes
Maybe you're wrong
When giving people bread and wine
Your teachers hurt them and you tell them that it's all in sight of
A plan that you don't even know
So you're Christ's own body?
I think you're out of shape again
Built a wicked city with the richest men
And called ourselves their kin
What's going on?
You said we stood for equal rights
You don't see color but you're only kind to other whites
Like Jesus had an English nose
Oh, Babylon
I think we're speaking different tongues
You're building towers like the battle's not already won
And reaping seeds you never sowed
So you're Christ's own body?
I think you're out of shape again
Built a wicked city with the richest men
And called ourselves their kin
I'm not sure how to fix the problem
It's not my job to have the answers anyway
I guess I'll stay here waiting
(I'll sit here waiting on you)
(I'll sit here waiting)
Dear Babylon
I haven't given up all hope
I figured I should try and so I wrote this little note
I hope I see you all at home
Mm, oh Babylon
I heard from a friend you're doing fine
You cast him out for asking questions that you didn't like but
I guess that's just how it goes
Maybe you're wrong
When giving people bread and wine
Your teachers hurt them and you tell them that it's all in sight of
A plan that you don't even know
So you're Christ's own body?
I think you're out of shape again
Built a wicked city with the richest men
And called ourselves their kin
What's going on?
You said we stood for equal rights
You don't see color but you're only kind to other whites
Like Jesus had an English nose
Oh, Babylon
I think we're speaking different tongues
You're building towers like the battle's not already won
And reaping seeds you never sowed
So you're Christ's own body?
I think you're out of shape again
Built a wicked city with the richest men
And called ourselves their kin
I'm not sure how to fix the problem
It's not my job to have the answers anyway
I guess I'll stay here waiting
(I'll sit here waiting on you)
(I'll sit here waiting)
Dear Babylon
I haven't given up all hope
I figured I should try and so I wrote this little note
I hope I see you all at home
Mm, oh Babylon
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Writer(s): Matthew Bowen
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