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