Voices of Babylon Lyrics

The Outfield

Hit the message, I can hear you callin' No one's goin' anywhere tonight We conceived a modern generation It was free but now we pay the price
We're the victims of our own creation Chasin' rainbows that are painted black or white Watch the struggle of our own temptation Instincts barely keepin' us alive
Back to the rhythm that we all came from Voices of Babylon, streets of London Back to the people that we know so well A space in time removed too soon to tell
Just a product of imagilation Patiently we wait for our turn to come A small collection of the population By the time our numbers are up we could be gone
Back to the rhythm that we all came from Voices of Babylon, streets of London Back to the people that we know so well A space in time removed too soon to tell
Back to the rhythm that we all came from Voices of Babylon, streets of London Back to the people that we know so well A space in time removed too soon to tell
Back to the rhythm that we all came from Voices of Babylon, streets of London town

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