[00:59.65]Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
[01:03.20]There＇s people always dying trying to keep them alive
[01:06.08]
[01:06.70]His body＇s decomposing in containers tonight
[01:08.82]
[01:09.88]In an abandoned building where
[01:12.13]
[01:14.00]A squatter＇s made a mural of a Mexican girl
[01:16.87]
[01:17.55]With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
[01:20.36]
[01:21.17]She＇s standing in the ashes at the end of the world
[01:24.48]Four winds blowing through her hair
[01:27.54]But when great Satan＇s gone, the whore of Babylon
[01:33.72]
[01:35.03]She just can＇t sustain the pressure where it＇s placed
[01:41.58]She caves
[01:43.83]
[02:01.92]The Bible＇s blind, the Torah＇s deaf, the Qu＇ran＇s mute
[02:06.04]If you burn them all together you get close to the truth still
[02:09.04]They are pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons
[02:12.66]While shadows lengthen the sun
[02:14.96]
[02:15.96]Cast off the schools of meditation built to soften the times
[02:19.02]
[02:19.89]And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
[02:22.58]
[02:23.45]It＇s knocking over fences, crossing property lines
[02:25.95]
[02:26.64]Four winds, cry until it comes
[02:29.07]
[02:29.88]And it＇s the son of man
[02:32.93]
[02:33.50]Slouching towards Bethlehem
[02:35.87]
[02:37.24]A heart just can＇t contain all of that empty space
[02:43.61]
[02:45.04]It breaks, it breaks, it breaks
[02:53.71]
[03:06.76]Well, I went back to my rented Cadillac and company jet
[03:09.50]
[03:10.44]Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
[03:13.31]
[03:14.30]All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
[03:17.05]
[03:17.61]They said, ＂You＇d better look alive＂
[03:20.11]
[03:21.24]And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
[03:24.11]
[03:25.04]In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
[03:27.78]
[03:28.60]I buried my ballast, I made my peace
[03:31.28]
[03:31.78]With four winds, levelling the pines
[03:33.71]
[03:34.90]But when great Satan＇s gone, the whore of Babylon
[03:40.65]
[03:42.08]She just can＇t compete with all that outer space
[03:48.06]
[03:49.81]She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves

Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There＇s people always dying trying to keep them alive
His body＇s decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
A squatter＇s made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
She＇s standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair
But when great Satan＇s gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can＇t sustain the pressure where it＇s placed
She caves
The Bible＇s blind, the Torah＇s deaf, the Qu＇ran＇s mute
If you burn them all together you get close to the truth still
They are pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons
While shadows lengthen the sun
Cast off the schools of 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
And it＇s the son 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 to my 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 I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
With four winds, levelling the pines
But when great Satan＇s gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can＇t compete with all that outer space
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves