Under the towers that twinkle like stars

Nine rows of pentacles and thirteen bars

Waving a banner of fortune and fame

To take us all out to the old ballgame

It's halftime in Babylon, where champions roam

When the iron is hot, we strike out on our own

We paid for the ticket so we all took the ride

To a capital shrine at the end of the line

Rise to consume, kneel and obey

Pray to your idols in the glass display

Bow for communion, receive your reward

The dollar almighty, American Lord

Vainglorious views at one hundred yards

With the red, white, and blue holding all of the cards

It's fourth and long and it's a Hail Mary pass

Against an all-out blitz on the underclass

It's halftime in Babylon with glory for lease

Where war is a circus but the bread trumps peace

Pumping and dumping the American Dream

Inflated to bursting at every seam

Play ball, praise be

Run out the clock by taking a knee

This is your kingdom, the land of the fee

Babylon's burning, o say can't you see?