The B-Flat Babylon

You've built a world
On cardboard boxes and music notes
Stack them high
And sing them low

You're king for today
But you might as well be an ace
You and your congress of one
Are fresh out of hearts

Your spades are sharp
And that's how I know
That under that crown
You're afraid and

Alone.

So stack boxes to Heaven
And pretend to be God
But even the best rot
In Babylon

Now your words take the blow
For your heretic tricks
And their
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down
your tower of sin

The letters get c aug ht up on fishnets
and hung up
On the spades you try so hard to shine
You're a babblin' mess

So build yourself up
And tear yourself down
But, Baby, share that smile
And get those words sailing smooth

Because a voice isn't as lovely
When no one can hear
And a song's only as strong
As said by the listening soul

Let the spades hit the floor
Let the words flow through
You're king for today
But, Jack, you might as well be an ace.