Language of Prairie Dogs - The Tower of Babel Lyrics

And what, I ask - in short words - is hubris
Does it kick into effect at fifteen cubits
No - don't consult - it's no esoteric prod
Friend - just that Chapter 7:20 - you'll find a lot

Of water. But I refer humbly to the Tower
As a man who - several thousands of feet up
Found himself hailed in nonsense by his foreman
And didn't get his urgency and now - thump

Faces this judiciary; this fudged charge
Obscured in piled renditions and translations
Were our hands dirty with asphalt, slime, or bitumen
And were we children toiling there, or were we men

And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower
In which I was involved - and the Lord said, Behold
The people are one, and they have all one language
And this they begin to do; and nothing will

Be withheld from them, which they have imagined to do
A self-made bed if ever one was bemoaned
Survivors - toughened and resolved to build
Through collective loss and not be owned

By terror... Covenant? In those bulging clouds
You may enjoy your covenant, sir; I find I
Like bricks... "Hubris"?... Well... swings and roundabouts
Swings and... you twist my words! HUBRIS
I'll find my own way out