An old crone with a face of bone
A heart of stone within a circle of stones
She told me I’d have stones in my shoes
With stones in my mouth I kept singing the blues

My suit was torn
In the emptiness of outer space
I float forever between a rock and a hard place
Stones!

Falling from the sky
More stones! Growing from the ground
Stones!

Traveling the stars
More stones!
Boring, thankless, lifeless
Stones!

Falling from the sky
More stones!
Growing from the ground
Stones!

Traveling the stars
More stones!
Boring, thankless, lifeless
Stones

I never feel the call of stones’ clack
Am I the butt of their constant crack?
The marble shines and the sheet won’t fade
A man can’t outlast whatever he’s made!

The righteous will gather
The first soul is soon to fly
Against the old war stone
The best of men will die
Stones!

Falling from the sky More stones!
Growing from the ground
Stones!

Traveling the stars
More stones!
Boring, thankless, lifeless
Stones!

Falling from the sky
More stones!
Growing from the ground
Stones!

Traveling the stars
More stones!
Boring, thankless, lifeless
Stones! Yeah!

Pyramids were made, now bury your dead
The stones very easily read
It’ll be just you!

Your treasures and wife
The stones kept on sealing all of your lives
My suit was torn
In the emptiness of outer space
I float forever between a rock and a hard place

Stones!
Falling from the sky More stones!
Growing from the ground

Stones!
Traveling the stars
More stones!
Boring, thankless, lifeless
Stones!

Falling from the sky
More stones!
Growing from the ground
Stones!

Traveling the stars
More stones!
Boring, thankless, lifeless
Stones!

Crushing wind, indifference
Our bones under the stones
Voyeurs of misfortune
Our bones under the stones

Our bones under the stones