Voices Of Babylon Lyrics - The Outfield

Hit the message, I can hear you callin' 

No one's goin' anywhere tonight 

We conceived a modern generation 

It was free but now we pay the price 

We're the victims of our own creation 

Chasin' rainbows that are painted black or white 

Watch the struggle of our own temptation 

Instincts barely keepin' 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 imagilation 

Patiently we wait for our turn to come 

A small collection of the population 

By the time our numbers are 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