E5
There is no guidance in your kingdom
A5
Your wicked walk in Babylon
E5
There is no wisdom to your freedom
A5
The richest man in Babylon
B5       A5      E5
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa whoa

E5
Your beggars sleep outside your doorway
A5
Your prophets leave to wonder on
E5
You fall asleep at night with worry
A5
The saddest man in Babylon
B5       A5      E5
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa whoa

E5
The wicked stench of exploitation
A5
Hangs in the air and lingers on
E5
Beneath the praise and admiration
A5
The weakest man in Babylon
B5       A5      E5
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa whoa

E5
There is no hope left in your kingdom
A5
Your servants have burned all their songs
E5
Nobody here remembers freedom
A5
The richest man in Babylon
B5       A5      E5
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa whoa