Karaoké Voices of Babylon The Outfield

Hit the message

I can hear you calling

No one's going anywhere tonight

We conceived a modern generation

It was free but now we pay the price

We're the victims of our own creation

Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white

Watch the struggle of our own temptation

Instincts barely keeping us alive

Back to the rhythm that we all came from

Voices of Babylon

Streets of London

Back to the people that we know so well

A space in time removed too soon to tell

Just a product of imagination

Patiently we wait for our turn to come

A small collection of the population

By the time our number's up we could be gone

Back to the rhythm that we all came from

Voices of Babylon

Streets of London

Back to the people that we know so well

A space in time removed too soon to tell

Back to the rhythm that we all came from

Voices of Babylon

Streets of London

Back to the people that we know so well

A space in time removed too soon to tell

Back to the rhythm that we all came from

Voices of Babylon

Streets of London town