Em, C, G, Am, G, Am, C  x4
      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
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     Em                                    C
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran is mute
          G                                Am
If you'd burn them all together you'd get close to the truth still
          G                           Am
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)
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              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.
End on: Em