Feeding on the entrails
Of the dove of peace
It seems the hawks were justified
Wonders never cease
Sacrificing your own
Clinging onto power
A once great nation is going down

Whore of Babylon
Leader of the lepers
Whore of Babylon
A demon in demise

Pariah to the civil world
Allies are no more
No banquets in your golden hall
Barricaded behind your door

Your country is broken
Your name is a joke
Your money's no good
In the western world
Your army depleted
Your people were cheated
A self made Babylon

Nero played the violin
While the city burned down
What will you be holding
When your time comes around
A vial of cyanide perhaps
Or a loaded forty five
And by your own hand dispatched
Goodbye

Whore of Babylon
Leader of the lepers
Whore of Babylon
A demon in demise

Whore of Babylon
Whore of Babylon
Whore of Babylon
Goodbye
When your time comes around
May the end not be so quick"