D
I walked the heat of seven hills
Am
Endless talk of losing wills
Em
Great highways in a constant melt
G
Men and women and children all have overbuilt
D
Buying bread and paying for none
Am
Creatures of a waning sun
Em
Teacher’s hands are overrun
G
Clowns and gypsies have all but gone

G
You make me wanna
Am C G
Shine over Babylon
You make me wanna
Am C G
Shine over Babylon

D
Freedoms etched on Sacred pillars
Am
Hollow stones of mindless filler
Em
Can lead to madman oil drillers
G
Won’t be long before we all are killers
D
Little boy lost way up the mountains
Am
Cities drowning under boiling fountains
Em
I dreamed of chilly, sunlit days
G
I was trembling in a golden haze

G
You make me wanna
Am C G
Shine over Babylon
You make me wanna
Am C G
Shine over Babylon

D
We celebrate the golden cow
Am
Praise the bloated bank account
Em
If there’s a god where is he now
G
The precipice is slipping further out
D
Sanskrit message from the mounts
Am
Leave your possession, hope abounds
Em
There’s nothing here for you to cry about
G
We’re all just followers from here on out
D
I take the stage, I walk the planks
Am
I sing these songs with little thanks
Em
I wait for shouts from crazy cranks
G
I stand amidst the brown shirt ranks
D
I found my way to Alexandria
Am
Where gurus bubble up on gangea
Em
Scavengers, they run up and hand ya
G
All the junk that should have damned ya

G
You make me wanna
Am C G
Shine over Babylon
You make me wanna
Am C G
Shine over Babylon

D  Am  Em  G

D
If everything in life was free
Am
We'd float in your own reverie
Em
The things that yo can't seem to see
G
Seal the gap between you and me

G
You make me wanna
Am C G
Shine over Babylon
You make me wanna
Am C G
Shine over Babylon