Mystery Babylon
Good evening, sir, let me introduce your consort for the evening, rather for as long as you are willing to pay her price. Meet Miss Teri Babylon. You can see her apparent charms, I’m sure, such angelic beauty, no? and her poise, intellect, and elegance will prove more charming in time. Ahh, and perhaps her most valuable asset? She is consummately discrete. In fact, her discretion is such that we require her never to be paraded indiscriminately. No, sir, she is reserved for penthouse cocktails, for the intimate power meetings, for the critical moment where one desires an edge, some subtle but potent leverage. Well sir, I leave you now in the capable hands of Miss Teri Babylon, may she help grant you what your ambition requires.
Oh and sir, she is to be paid for by the day.
Chorus: Mystery Babylon
Mother (Lover) of those who would be gods
Secret in her temple
Guarded by the winged lions
There at your altar, those with ambition
Bow down before you, making petition,
Firm in their faith that all sacrifice
Purchases power that’s cheap for the price.
Merchants are trading for insider knowledge
Education that no one teaches in college.
Your knowledge is power that turns into money
And takes any shape that you choose with your cunning.
“Submit to seduction,” she whispers and winks.
“Take from my hands this chalice & drink
I’ll steal from you pleasure in my mystery
I’ll make you my love slave for all history.”
“I’ve entertained thugs, bullies and cheats
Now they are kings, generals and priests
Worship, adore me at my altar fire
Mystery Babylon grants (all) your desire.”
