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