B   
Oh, sweet thing,  
              E  
Zion doesn't love you,  
               F#  
Babylon don't love you,  
                    B  
But you love everything.  
 
B  
Oh, you saint,  
                E  
America don't love you,  
                  F#  
So I could never love you,  
                   B  
In spite of everything.  
 
         E                              F#   
In the dark of this place, there's the glow of your face,  
             B                           E  
There's the dust on the screen, of this broken machine,  
       E                            F#                            B  
And I can't help but feel, that I made some mistake, but I let it go  
            E  
Ya hey, Ya hey, Ya hey  
 
   E  
Through the fire and through the flames  
    F#                 B                    E  
Ya Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey  
   E  
You won't even say your name  
    F#                 B                    E  
(Ya Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey)  
    E                                     F#  
Through the fire and through the flames, you won't even say your name,  
 B                E  
Only I am that I am.  
 E  
But who could ever live that way?  
    F#                 B                    E                   B  
Ya Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey 
 
B  
Outside the tents, on the festival grounds,  
E  
As the air began to cool, and the sun went down,  
F#  
My soul swooned, as I faintly heard the sound,  
F#7  
Of you spinning Israelites, into 19th Nervous Breakdown