J. Spinks





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



(Chorus)

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



(Chorus)

Back to the rhythm that we all came from

Voices of Babylon streets of London - Town