Whore of Babylon

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 halls

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 .45

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