Lyrics:

Babylon town is B.A. town too, brother,
you'd better remember that.

Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.

Well, I've been downpressed
treading on the Wine-press,
in a right mess,
after fifteen years of madness.
Well, I've been gone down,
with a smile, without a frown.
And I even dance the tango
without being a Guarango.

Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.

Well, do the Sun-dance,
'coz you won't get a second chance;
and move real well now,
'coz you might just go to hell now.
And love your brother
like you should've loved your father.
Do it good now,
'coz you know it's understood now. that. it's.

Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.

no bugle n jungle for I
no ruffer tumble
no finger in the eye
no sand no blood on the sky
just blood on the sand
eyes dead enough?
your conclusions are fanciful delusions
but i tell you
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Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.
Oooh, Survival time.