no capo
intro Gm D# A# Cm A# D# x4
Gm D#
your class , your caste , your country , sect , your name or your tribe
A# Cm
there’s people always dying trying to keep them alive
A# Cm
his body’s decomposing in containers tonight
D#
in an abandoned building where
( the same chords )
a squatter’s made a mural of a mexican girl
with fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
she’s standing in the ashes at the end of the world
four winds blowing through her hair
Cm F Cm F
but when great satan’s gone , the whore of babylon
D# A# D# A#
she just can’t sustain the pressure where it’s placed
Cm
she caves
interlude : Gm D# A# Cm A# D#
( now the same chords )
the bible’s blind . the torah’s deaf . the qu’ran is mute .
if you burned them all together youd get close to the truth
still theyre pouring over sanskrit under ivy league moons
while shadows lengthen in the sun
cast on a school and meditation built to soften the times
and hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
it’s knocking over fences , crossing property lines
four winds cry until it comes
it’s the sum of man slouching towards bethlehem
a heart just can’t contain all of that empty space
it breaks . it breaks . it breaks .
well i went back by rented cadillac and company jet
like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
all the way to cassadaga to commune with the dead
they said , “you’d better look alive”
and now its off to old dakota where a genocide sleeps
in the black hills , the badlands , the calloused east
i buried my ballast . i made my peace .
her four winds leveling the pines
but when great satan’s gone , the whore of babylon
she just can’t remain with all that outer space
Cm F Cm F Gm
she breaks . she breaks . she caves . she caves .
no capo
intro Gm D# A# Cm A# D# x4
Gm D#
your class , your caste , your country , sect , your name or your tribe
A# Cm
there’s people always dying trying to keep them alive
A# Cm
his body’s decomposing in containers tonight
D#
in an abandoned building where
( the same chords )
a squatter’s made a mural of a mexican girl
with fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
she’s standing in the ashes at the end of the world
four winds blowing through her hair
Cm F Cm F
but when great satan’s gone , the whore of babylon
D# A# D# A#
she just can’t sustain the pressure where it’s placed
Cm
she caves
interlude : Gm D# A# Cm A# D#
( now the same chords )
the bible’s blind . the torah’s deaf . the qu’ran is mute .
if you burned them all together youd get close to the truth
still theyre pouring over sanskrit under ivy league moons
while shadows lengthen in the sun
cast on a school and meditation built to soften the times
and hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
it’s knocking over fences , crossing property lines
four winds cry until it comes
it’s the sum of man slouching towards bethlehem
a heart just can’t contain all of that empty space
it breaks . it breaks . it breaks .
well i went back by rented cadillac and company jet
like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
all the way to cassadaga to commune with the dead
they said , “you’d better look alive”
and now its off to old dakota where a genocide sleeps
in the black hills , the badlands , the calloused east
i buried my ballast . i made my peace .
her four winds leveling the pines
but when great satan’s gone , the whore of babylon
she just can’t remain with all that outer space
Cm F Cm F Gm
she breaks . she breaks . she caves . she caves .
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