Lyric Bishop of Babel

No one comes from here and so I m not afraid
Everyone s the same as me
We don t talk the same so we don t talk at all
and our hosts just look on with glee

I m the Bishop of Babel now
so it s low, yes it s low you must bow
Though my flock may sneer and mock
I m the Bishop of Babel now

You ll see me in the street in golden hat and cape
and blessing all the waifs and strays
In the [hail and] shine, smiling, resigned
and abandoned to foolish ways

For I m the Bishop of Babel now
as even stray dogs will allow
The poor folks flock around and remark,
"Look, the Bishop of Babel s down!"

Oh, I m the Bishop of Babel now
and my [audience] don t count in this town
[If relic] and flock here set to rot
I m the Bishop of Babel now
Sad old Bishop of Babel now