The Richest Man In Babylon

There is no guidance in your kingdom Your wicked walk in Babylon There is no wisdom to your freedom The richest man in Babylon Your beggars sleep outside your doorway Your prophets leave to wander on You fall asleep at night with worry The saddest man in Babylon The wicked stench of exploitation Hangs in the air and lingers on Beneath the praise and admiration The weakest man in Babylon There is no hope left in your kingdom Your servants have burned all their songs Nobody here remembers freedom The richest man in Babylon You better know you better understand The right to know the better you can say Babylon this is the final way Babylon this is the final count Read the [Incomprehensible] the song Since [Incomprehensible] and together we fall And if I know that [Incomprehensible]