Bishop Of Babel — текст песни (Fatima Mansions)

no one comes from here
and so i`m not afraid
everyone`s the same as me
we don`t talk the same
so we don`t talk at all
and our hosts just look on with glee
i`m the bishop of babel now
so it`s low, yes it`s low you must bow
though my flock may sneer and mock
i`m the bishop of babel now
you`ll see me in the street
in golden hat and cape
and blessing all the waifs and strays
in the hail and shine
smiling, resigned
and abandoned to foolish ways
for i`m the bishop of babel now
as even stray dogs will allow
the poor folks flock
around and remark
look, the bishop of babel`s down
oh i`m the bishop of babel now
and my audience don`t count in this town
if relic and flock
here set to rot
i`m the bishop of babel now
sad old bishop of babel now