Channel: Music
Uploaded: December 31, 1969 at 11:59 pm
Author: carlooocrow
Length: 04:07
Rating: 5.00
Views: 115
I walked the heat of seven hillsEndless talk of losing willsGeat highways in a constant meltMen and women and children all have overbuiltBuying bread and paying for noneCreatures of a waning sunTeacher's hands are overrunClowns and gypsies have all but goneYou make me wannaShine over BabylonYou make me wannaShine over BabylonFreedones etched on Sacred pillarsHollow stones of mindless fillerCan lead to madman oil drillersWon't be long before we all are killersLittle boy lost way up the mountainsCities drowning under boiling fountainsI dreamed of chilly, sunlit daysI was trembling in a golden hazeYou make me wannaShine over BabylonYou make me wannaShine over BabylonWe celebrate the golden cowPraise the bloated bank accountIf there's a God where is he nowThe precipice is slipping further outSanskrit message from the mountsLeave your possessions, hope aboundsThere's nothing here for you to cry aboutWe're all just followers from here on outI take the stage, I walk the planksI sing these songs with little thanksI wait for shouts from crazy cranksI stand amidst the brown shirt ranksI found my way to AlexandriaWhere gurus bubble up on GangesScavengers, they run up and hand yaAll the junk that should have damned yaYou make me wannaShine over BabylonYou make me wannaShine over BabylonIf everything in life was freeYou'd float in your own reverieThe things that you can't seem to seeSeal the gap between you and meYou make me wannaShine over BabylonYou make me wannaShine over Babylon