Woorden: Finley Quaye. Emperor.

Followers of evil things, worshipers of idols
What they know they have corrupted
What they do know they've devoured
Love, love today, well, well

Somebody changed the order
Twenty thousand dying, unnecessarily dying
Mankind got a hold of power
Then he rebuilt Babel's tower

Until the stench of wickedness
Rise up to Jah Jah's nostrils
I will bawl out, who stole the order?
Who stopped a cloud over my head?
Gone a little bit too far, who stole the order now?

All I know is that they are lovers of
Evil things, worshipers of idols
What they know they have corrupted
What they do know they've devoured