Tom: B
Em
C
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
G
Am
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
G
Am
His body's decomposing in containers tonight
C
In an abandoned building where
Em
C
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
G
Am
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
G
Am
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
C
Four winds blowing through her hair
Am
D
Am
D
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
C
G
C
G
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
Am
She caves
Em
C
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qur'an is mute
G
Am
If you burn them all together you'd get close to the truth
G
Am
Still they're pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons
C
While shadows lengthen in the sun
Em
C
Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times
G
Am
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
G
Am
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
C
Four winds, cry until it comes
Am
D
And it's the song of man
Am
D
Slouching towards Bethlehem
C
G
C
G
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
Am
D
It breaks, it breaks, (it breaks)
Em
C
Well, I went back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
G
Am
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
G
Am
All the way to Cassadega to commune with the dead
C
They said, "You'd better look alive"
Em
C
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
G
Am
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
G
Am
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
C
With four winds, levelling the pines
Am
D
Am
D
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
C
G
C
G
She just can't remain with all that outer space
Am
D
Am
D
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves.
Em