The Tale of Babylon, Pt. I

Ev’ry night, the King of Babylon Will go abroad and find a man Who’s skin is pale and death is imminent And he will try to rescue him So ev’ry night, the King of Babylon Will choose a man, who’s end is near And cast a spell to make him well And is feted by his gracious folk The King of Babylon, the King of Babylon The King of Babylon, the King of Babylon The King of Babylon, the King of Babylon The King of Babylon, the King of Babylon And so ev’ry night, the slave of Babylon Would paint his face for the king’s grace And remind himself, that he is one With the universe and all himself So ev’ry night, the King of Babylon Would scan the street for naked feet And enact a law that will strike with awe And help a poor man out his fate More on that story later Now we continue with self-evaluation