That Old Time Babylon (after the ultimate California party, June 8th, 2008)
Your insanity is precious
like Cleopatra’s jewels
You have a viper down your dress
and a heart that breaks all the rules
Like A Rolling Stone you pick through the ruins of Malibu
What a party that was
hung upside down
on the road to Damascus
For you are for Chris and
and you are for Tom and
all the foreign soldiers on the sand
Saints Peter and Paul,
bang a gong
there’s nothing like that old time Babylon
Don’t look back
because Vegas is burning
And the angels
are on holiday
A pillar of salt
A funeral shroud
Tithes to the slots
then a mushroom cloud
For you are for Chris and
and you are for Tom and
all the foreign soldiers on the sand
Saints Peter and Paul,
bang a gong
there’s nothing like that old time Babylon