Dm
There is no guidance in your kingdom
Gm
Your wicked walk in Babylon
Dm
There is no wisdom to your freedom
Gm
The richest man in Babylon
Am Gm Dm
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Dm
Your beggars sleep outside your doorway
Gm
Your prophets leave to wonder on
Dm
You fall asleep at night with worry
Gm
The saddest man in Babylon
Am Gm Dm
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Dm
The wicked stench of exploitation
Gm
Hangs in the air and lingers on
Dm
Beneath the praise and admiration
Gm
The weakest man in Babylon
Am Gm Dm
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Dm
There is no hope left in your kingdom
Gm
Your servants have burned all their songs
Dm
Nobody here remembers freedom
Gm
The richest man in Babylon
Am Gm Dm
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa