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