Lyrics Frying Pan - Culture

Babylon your days, are numbered...

Babylon jump out the frying pan, jump in a fire
Babylon jump out the frying pan, jump in a fire
Take away from the motor car, running in a trailer.
You put on your big nice suit, go wallow in a magma

You don't know what the youths of today may say
What is in their mind, neither I nor You don't know
The boys and girls of today will soon be the men and women of tomorrow

Jump out the frying pan jump in a fire
Take away from the motor car, bounce in a trailer
You put on your big white suit go wallow in a magma. Eeeeeih...
You Jump out the frying pan, jump in a fire.

You don't know what the youths of today may say
What is in their mind, neither I nor You don't know
We can't live without the riot, Yes I know

Babylon jump out the frying pan jump in a fire
Skip over the motor car, and bounce into the trailer
You Skip away from your business and meet disappointments
You let go what is in your hand, and sit in for nothing. Eeeeih...

Babylon jump out the frying pan, jump in a fire
You cannot be satisfied, all the time you want more
Jump out the frying pan, jump in a fire
You take away from motor car, and bounce in a trailer
You put on a big white suit, go wallow in a magma (is a Babylon)
Jump out a frying pan, jump in a fire (can't you see)
Jump out a frying pan, jump in a fire
Every time you be satisfied, you will always want more
Jump out the frying pan, jump in a fire
Jump out the frying pan, jump in a fire.