Boy From Babylon

BOY FROM BABYLON - Written by Carroll Bryant

Like a windmill

I'm standing in one place while my mind turns full circle

And the breeze blows against my face

I have a friend, but I know most of you wouldn't like him

Because he's a crooked politician

I place my hand up to my ear and listen

There is a sound from the people in the city

Someone is saying

Hey you, touch my flesh

Hey you, touch my flesh

Hey you, touch my flesh again

Another boy from Babylon

I walk a road for many miles in my land

While my mind stays motionless at times

And all the movement is in my hands

I have a friend, but I know most of you would like him

Because he's a crooked politician

I place my hand up to my ear and listen

There is a sound from the people in the city

Someone is saying

Hey you, touch my flesh

Hey you, touch my flesh

Hey you, touch my flesh again

Another boy from Babylon

I have a friend, but I know most of you would love him

Most of you would hate him

Some might just degrade him 

But every single one of you will need him

He's a crooked politician

Hey you, touch my flesh

Hey you, touch my flesh

Hey you, touch my flesh again

Another boy from Babylon