I´m on my way back to Babalou
Where everything changed now they got me blue
They stole my pets and my suede shoes
They even tried to poison my apple juice
Maybe I came back a little late
Gave enough time for a grand campaign
Now I meet these eyes that try to say
Untill you die bow your head in shame
Hold on
Your time will come
I don´t need you grey Babalou
I´m in devils paradise pretty soon
I´ve been cut off from my roots
By who I thought they never would