Written By: William Patrick Corgan

Lyrics (Start at 0:14):

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 21st-century schism
On a 21st-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 21st-century gloom.

Oh, Babylon, Babylon!
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 21st 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.