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