Capo 3rd fret 

Em , C , G , Am , G , Am , C  x4 
Vers: 
         Em                                                             C  
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe 
            G                                              Am 
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive 
      G                                   Am 
His body's decomposing in containers tonight 
         C 
In an abandoned building where 


    Em                                        C 
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl 
        G                                               Am 
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl 
         G                                         Am 
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world 
                 C 
Four winds blowing through her hair 

Omk: 
                         Am      D                             Am   D 
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon 
             C          G                         C              G 
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed 
       Am 
She caves 


Em , C , G , Am , G , Am , C 
Vers: 
       Em                                                  C 
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qur'an is mute 
             G                                                 Am 
If you burn them all together you'd get close to the truth        
                 G                                          Am 
Still they're pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons 
                         C 
While shadows lengthen in the sun 


               Em                                         C 
Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times 
       G                                               Am 
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds 
      G                                               Am 
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines 
                  C 
Four winds, cry until it comes 

Omk: 
                   Am      D 
And it's the song of man 
                               Am     D 
Slouching towards Bethlehem 
                   C            G                    C        G 
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space 
    Am         D 
It breaks, it breaks, (it breaks) 
Em , C , Em , C , Em , C , D 
Vers: 
                    Em                                   C 
Well, I went back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet 
          G                                      Am 
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps 
           G                                      Am 
All the way to Cassadega to commune with the dead 
                   C 
They said, "You'd better look alive" 


                 Em                                     C 
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps 
          G                                             Am 
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east 
  G                             Am 
I buried my ballast, I made my peace 
                          C 
With four winds, levelling the pines 

Omk: 
                         Am       D                            Am   D 
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon 
             C         G                          C       G 
She just can't remain with all that outer space 
       Am             D                Am           D 
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves. 
Em