Strip Mall Babylon

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

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

To the same old dirty, dirty looks