Bishop of Babel — текст песни (Fatima Mansions, The)

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