Born 18/All Tribes

We were born 18
If you think we're strange
You ought to see the others
We were born 18
In the middle of a Babylon dream
It's a crying shame
Is the maim of the game

Learning how to ride out the storm
What did we take? What did we steal?
What did we keep? What did we waste?

We wandered with neon eyes
Among broken lights
Out of sync fantasies
Unbecoming to reality
Turning over images for others to see

What we can't face looks for us anyway
Breathing down our necks
These breaths of fire
We fought the cannibals
Still nothing settled

With all these hungers to go around
Masters of disguises
Living double lives
Hiding and smiling
We were born 18

Nothing we can do
But conjure what we need
The work going on is the work going on
It's just more pyramids and slaves
Wasting lives to the Royal Flush

Nothing new happening here nothing new
We were born 18 We were born 18
If you think we're strange
You ought to see the others
We were born 18
In the middle of a Babylon dream
It's the maim of the game