Paroles de The First Stone
My white visions continueThis younger skin's outgrown old ways
Given what I need
I'm listening to how the silent sway
Still thereâll be poison pens
And that pick of bones
Still a stand to cast
The first stone
Still thereâll be poison pens
And that pick of old bones
Still a stand to cast
The first stone
Check the day out
The human race is doing time
Locked in some flimsy cage
Made of the stuff of the free will kind
Hear my heart-smash
My self made throne
Hoping not to cast
That first stone
Hear my heart-smash
My self made throne
Hoping not to cast
That first stone
That first stone
Still a stand to cast
The first stone
Still thereâll be poison pens
And that pick of old bones
Still a stand to cast
The first stone
Check the day out
The human race is doing time
Locked in some flimsy cage
Made of the stuff of the free will kind
Hear my heart-smash
My self made throne
Hoping not to cast
That first stone
Hear my heart-smash
My self made throne
Hoping not to cast
That first stone
That first stone
MURPHY, PETER JOHN / BRANCH, EDDIE / BRYANT, TERL TIMOTHY CARDEN / STATHAM, PAUL / BAGENAL, PHILIP
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