"The Queens Of Babylon" lyrics

The queens of Babylon
They serve their time
And then move on
And they move through
And do for you
Just what you know
They gotta do

The queens of Babylon
From Pandora's playhouse
Babble on
About the boys they break
So that the beards can grow
From all the men they make

The queens of Babylon
They go to work
With stockings on
And take the power
From the people
And sell it back
With ribbons on

The queens of Babylon
Wear lingerie
Most of the day
Because they say
It makes them pay
More attention
To the tension

The queens of Babylon
Like getting shot
With cupid's arrow
So he'll have some
Work tomorrow
And won't have to
Beg, steal, or borrow

The nuns of gavarone
They shoot the
'Guns of navarone'
So that all the
Crooks and nannies
Can find all the
Nooks and crannies

Said the queen of the mayans
"What's mayan, is yours
And if you ain't a mayan
You ain't really a-tryin'"

The queens of Babylon
Make sacrifices for the
Johns and all the jills
Whose overkill
Is underfed and
Off the pill

The queens of Babylon
They pay their taxes
To the dawn
To help the axis
Carry on and
Share the love
Before it's gone

The queens of Babylon
Their games of chess
Depend upon a
Bishop fantasizing
Or a king realizing
Everything