The Smashing Pumpkins - War Dreams of Itself Lyrics

Oh, Babylon, Babylon
Spill the secrets
And then you'll tell me
When this is over
Overdone and over out

Folded papers
Those saints at labor love but fall
In Babylon, Babylon bombs

There's thrush in the flue
Come here mighty Orcus
And swing that cue, yeah
A twenty-first century schism
On a twenty-first century loom of red, white and blue

Heavens to Betsy
There is a place for a street named Disgrace
Six-six-cicada, six-six-cicada
House on a hill for a street named Disgrace
I'm awakened
I'm awakened
I'm awake

Yes, I'm no fake
In a Babylon, Babylon groove, boy
There's thrush in the flue
Come here mighty Orcus
And swing 'round that cue, yeah
There's thrush in the flue
Come here mighty Orcus
Sing twenty-first century gloom

Oh, Babylon, Babylon
(They fear) I'm awakened
(They fear) I'm awakened

This world may be over
But when I'm with you
There's no place to hide

Yes, I'm no fake
In a Babylon. Babylon groove, boy
There's thrush in the flue
Come here mighty Orcus
And swing that cue, yeah
There's thrush in the flue
Come here mighty Orcus
Sing a twenty-first century

Heavens to Betsy
There is a place for a street named Disgrace
Six-six-cicada, six-six-cicada
House on a hill for a street named Disgrace