I've walked through many streets but I've come home clean
There seemed to be so many casualties on the scene
I could walk amongst the cloistered, might as well be deaf dumb and blind
In self-imposed exile, it's such an extreme
I've somehow managed to maintain despite insuperable odds
Was it strength or fear or just the grace of God?
I can feel another battle, I know it's on the way
It comes to where I go, but I don't invite the pain
It's like trying to be a saint, I'm just trying to be a saint in Babylon
All the prima donna preachers make people turn away
But they're nothing special, their weakness lies awake
If you walk where fools rush in, like anywhere you go
If you are walking slow, it's hard to avoid the sin
It's like trying to be a saint, I'm just trying to be a saint in Babylon
The seductions are so sweet
The best lies are strewn with truths
It's nothing new, as if you knew
So I find myself where I don't want to be, in places I don't want to know
'Guess I'll be walking through the fire to get just where I've got to go
I've got to find some strength along the way
'Can't disregard the good things with the bad
This life is driving me mad
It's like trying to be a saint, I'm just trying to be a saint in Babylon