(Primeira parte) Hit the message I can hear you calling No one’s going anywhere tonight We conceived a modern generation It was free but now we pay the price We’re the victims of our own creation Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white Watch the struggle of our temptation Instincts barely keeping us alive Back to the rhythm that we all came from Voices of Babylon streets of London Back to the people that we know so well A space in time removed too soon to tell Just a product of imagination Patiently we wait for out turn to come A small collection of the population By the time our numbers up we could be gone Back to the rhythm that we all came from Voices of Babylon streets of London Back to the people that we know so well A space in time removed too soon to tell Back to the rhythm that we all came from Voices of Babylon streets of London - Town