Woorden: Unwritten Law. Babalon.

Sit back, relax before you give yourself a heart attack I ain't havin none of that Raise hell, prevail, as long as it sells High priest, all cease like your TV evangelist Use them as they catalyst Who cares, time wears Ain't it always fair So let them stare And what's been wrong, I'll make all right Well right on, right on Let Let Here in Babalon Here in Babalon I've seen the change deranging everything in sight, tonight But that's alright There's not much left here to ignite, to ignite I'd take a laser, phaser gun And aim it at the sun And pull the fuckin' trigger once But what fun would that be, it And that's no fun But what's been wrong, I'll make all right Well right on, right on Feeding my brain addictions Leaving the same restrictions Here in Babalon Here in Babalon Here in Let's go Here in Babalon Here in Babalon Here in Babalon Here in Babalon