Strip Mall Babylon - Rose Windows

Was I born to lose my culture to Babel?

You’re selling snow to an Inuit son

I’m proud of you

You white washed the world

Why thank you, I’m happy to serve

Why we never take back

I’ll never know

I wish I was able

To take your plate and serve you what

You’ve been feeding us

But, I hold back down and I give you my work

To the same old dirty, dirty looks

But, I hold back down and I give you my work

To the same old dirty, dirty looks

Have you read the news?

Ain’t it funny how after

They break our will

They blame us for it all?

Why we never take back

I’ll never know

I wish I was able

To take your plate and serve you what

You’ve been feeding us

But, I hold back down and I give you my work

To the same old dirty, dirty looks

But, I hold back down and I give you my work

To the same old dirty, dirty looks

But, I hold back down and I give you my work

To the same old dirty, dirty looks

But, I hold back down and I give you my work

To the same old dirty, dirty looks

To the same old dirty, dirty looks