A little ode to the consumerist hungry-ghost that’s consuming me (and perhaps all of modern society) with the relentless need for more.

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Put all your money and stocks on the table
And see how things play themselves out
Your wallet, your car keys, your hopes and your bad dreams
Your deep fears, your lies and your doubts

I say just keep it coming
March to the drummer’s drumming on
In Babylon

Nebuchadnezzar was under the weather
He wandered insane for seven years
He built up his empire and fell off the highwire
Hiding the depths of his fears

I say just keep it coming
March to the drummer’s drumming on
In Babylon

This is celestial and
This is so empty
Somewhere between L.A. and Kathmandu
Shout out the noises
And silence the voices
You run down the road, they follow you

I say just keep it coming
March to the drummer’s drumming on
In Babylon
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