paroles im 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 dont need you grey babalou im in devils paradise pretty soon ive been cut off from my roots by who i thought they never would