Shaking Hands With Babylon Songtext
von Soho

You′re all a bunch of idiots
How long are you gonna let 'em push you around?
You love it
You′re all a bunch of slaves, bunch of slaves
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do about it?

Grip and grin, grip and grin
This evil mess we've landed in
These googlеr got to get their half a pound of sеction
We sell our songs for our sins

Shaking hands with Babylon
Shaking hands with Babylon
Shaking hands and shaking hands and
Shaking hands and shaking hands
Shaking hands with Babylon, woah


As loud we as allowed (Woah, woah)
As mousey as a vow (Woah, woah)
We sold our love for worthless dogs
Babylon's flaming dog

Shaking hands with Babylon
Shaking hands with Babylon
Shaking hands and shaking hands and
Shaking hands and shaking hands
Shaking hands with Babylon, woah

I wrote the song that sold the record
That made the money that bought the factory
That made the bomb that killed the little girl

Pure and poor, pure and poor
Completely righteous and raw
We admit shame, we don′t admit blame
We were sold from the day we were born

Shaking hands with Babylon
Shaking hands with Babylon
Shaking hands and shaking hands and
Shaking hands and shaking hands


Shaking hands with Babylon
Shaking hands with Babylon
Shaking hands and shaking hands and
Shaking hands and shaking hands

Shaking hands with Babylon

Babylon, Babylon
Babylon, Babylon
Babylon, Babylon
Babylon, Babylon
Babylon, Babylon
Babylon, Babylon
Babylon, Babylon