Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe

There's people always dying trying to keep them alive

There are bodies 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 in 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, she caves



The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Koran is mute

If you burned them all together you'd be close to the truth still

They're poring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons

While shadows lengthen in the sun

Cast on a school 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 sum 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

Heard four winds leveling the pines



But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon

She just can't remain with all that outer space

She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves, she breaks

"You'd better look alive"