It goes on and on and on the party don't stop till the mysteries gone. I've seen it all, I'll see it again Welcome to Babylon I shake allot of hands but I don't got allot of friends. Welcome to Babylon. It goes on and on and on hell raising Hollywood It

Could send her home again Ah, here she comes Here she comes, here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of the superbrain She'll scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook

Some things never change Letting the day in "Hello, how ya been?" "Thank you, come again!" Jenna! What's the special pie today? Uh, deep shit blueberry bacon

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within' the sound of silence

Come with hate Enduring out with wind and ice Rip and cut and mutilate the innocent, His friends, and again and again and on and on. You make me own my life in Hell, my kingdom back to the bound You say you don't make it alone, kingdom back to the Lord

A hero comes home Though wide he may roam He goes where no one has gone He will return Out of the mist of history He'll come again