Shine Over Babylon — Sheryl Crow

I walked the heat of seven hills Endless talk of losing wills Great highways in a constant melt Men and women and children all have overbuilt

Buying bread and paying for none Creatures of a waning sun Teacher's hands are overrun Clowns and gypsies have all but gone

You make me wanna Shine over Babylon You make me wanna Shine over Babylon

Freedoms etched on Sacred pillars Hollow stones of mindless filler Can lead to madman oil drillers Won't be long before we all are killers

Little boy lost way up the mountains Cities drowning under boiling fountains I dreamed of chilly, sunlit days I was trembling in a golden haze

You make me wanna Shine over Babylon You make me wanna Shine over Babylon

Celebrate the golden cow Praise the bloated bank account If there's a god where is he now The precipice is slipping further out

Sanskrit message from the mounts Leave your possession, hope abounds There's nothing here for you to cry about We're all just followers from here on out

I take the stage, I walk the planks I sing these songs with little thanks I wait for shouts from crazy cranks I stand amidst the brown shirt ranks

I found my way to alexandria Where gurus bubble up on gangea Scavengers, they run up and hand ya All the junk that should have damned ya

You make me wanna Shine over Babylon You make me wanna Shine over Babylon

If everything in life was free You'd float in your own reverie The things that you could never see seal the gap between you and me

You make me wanna Shine over Babylon You make me wanna Shine over Babylon