Babylon Is for Lovers

Well I live in the desert
And I bitch about the rain
Every morning I let my shower run an ocean down the drain
My white privilege wants for nothing
I still make time to complain
There’s always fault to find in something
Always someone else to blame
I am a pessimist by profession
I am profound when I’m stoned
Spend my paychecks hanging paintings in a house I’ll never own
Spend my days off drinking beer and watching Syria explode
Maybe partying will help
Raised on illegal entertainment
Now I’m stuck in my old ways
Searching blank walls for salvation
I could be sitting here for days
Coming to terms with my temptations
Too scared not to stay a slave
I offer full cooperation
I sleep so well in these chains
What would I do
(What would I do without)
Nothing
What would I do
(What would I do without)
Nothing
What would I do
(What would I do without)
Nothing
What would I do
(What would I do without)
Let’s find out
Oh, touch your hand to ancient stone
You will never be alone when you’re gone
Touch your face to ancient stone
You will never be alone when you’re gone
This whole city’s built of bones
You will never be alone when you’re gone
Life’s a stage we all outgrow
You will never be alone when you’re gone
Touch your hand to ancient stone
You will never be alone when you’re gone
Touch your face to ancient stone
You will never be alone when you’re gone
This whole city’s built of bones
You will never be alone when you’re gone
The world’s a stage we all outgrow
You will never be alone when you’re gone