From the album Beast of Our Babylon

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Written by Alex Montyro
Guitar/vocals: Alex Montyro
Guitar: Caolan O'Neill Forde
Bass: Ian James
Drums: Sean Rollins
Keyboard: Francis Carlisle
Violin: Roza Burnett
Trumpet: Norihito Noda

Lyrics

Beast of Our Babylon
Today a son’s born in an Ikea manger
And although he’s a stranger, you know him too well
Because he was born a killer, an apple eatin’ sinner
And to this overwhelming potluck he brings a platter of hell

At age six he’s wondering, “how the world be turning?”
Well soon you’ll be learning about the conflicts of power
And if you want to get your little finger painting fingers dirty
Just follow these examples and look out for number one

This is my own
This is our own
My own rebellion
I’ve got ideas that could shake/shape this world
but time is the devil’s knuckle ball, so fuck em’ all it’s mine

At sixteen and pacing, his hormones are racing
and he be skirt chasing, clear-cuttin’ through conscience
“It’s nonsense” he says, “ history is dead
and so are the skeletons hidden under my bed.”
35 and steady, ambitious and ready
open hand to the common man his burden now heavy
run down he became, moral fabric for fame
Mark Chapman was a killer but you remember his name
Rustic in age maybe good for the sage
but trouble for the futile son no words for his page
so if he can’t stay, he’ll call it a day
he’ll push that button to silence this parade