Well I´m down here in the well Looking back up at the hill Well I thank heavens I fell Must look more like myself Now everyone is so kind Everyone looks like a long lost friend of mine I´m on top of the world again When I´m looking up from under Babylon
I had a home in the fields Earned my wage in the factories there And I was raised by the mill And I worked with my brothers there I told my mother I´d always write I headed west for the coast with the big city lights Now mamma I´m so sorry I´ve forgotten But now I´m looking up from under Babylon
Now tell me how far I´ve been And how deep was I in Tell me how I conceived The vanity to believe That I would not be outnumbered By the thumbs I have been under
Now stray dogs in the street Learn how to beg, steal, borrow and cheat And in the dead summer heat I fell asleep with blood on my teeth
But those days before I met you girl Were just ice cream falling down on the shoes of my world I´m so happy that you´re my friend When we´re looking up from under Babylon
When we´re looking up from under Babylon
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