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
