Why can’t I have a piece of that
You got good plenty of that
Neon-covered piece of heaven
I am stuck at the bottom
And no one knows who I am
No, no, no, no, no, no
Look here now
I could get used to that jet-set life
And celebrate
Like every day was Saturday
But I am stuck at the bottom
And no one knows who I am
No, no, no, no, no, no
From the hill to the mountain
From the cage to the wild
From the heart and into the world
Can you hear me, me, me, me, me, me
Babylon, here I come
Are you ready for me
I’ll be the fliest thing
That you’ve ever seen
Babylon, here I come
Here I come, here I come...
From the hill to the mountain
From the cage to the wild
From the heart and into the world
Can you hear me, me, me, me, me, me