I walk the heat of seven hills,
endless talk of losing wills,
grey highways and a constant melt,
men and women and children all have overbuilt,
buying bread and paying for none,
creatures of the waning sun,
teachers hands are overrun,
clouds and gypsies all but gone,
when you wanna shine over Babylon,
etched on sacred pillars,
hollow stones on mindless fillers,
could 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,
when you wanna shine over Babylon,
we celebrate the golden cow,
praise the floated bank account,
if there's a god where is he
now,
the precipice is slipping further out,
Sanskrit message from the mount,
leave your
possession home abound,
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 blanks,
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 Ganja,
scavengers they run up and hand
you,
all the junk that should have damned you,
when you wanna shine over Babylon,
when
you wanna
shine over Babylon.
you
and me.