Throwing Stones

All fall down, all fall down
Singing, just leave well enough alone
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
Always awake, always around, singing ashes, ashes all fall down
Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price?
But afraid, we may lay our home to waste
Ashes, ashes all fall down
While the politicians throwing stones
Ashes, ashes all fall down
Full of hope, full of grace is the human face
Click, flashblade in ghetto night, Rudie's looking for a fight
Ashes, ashes all fall down

A peaceful place or so it looks from space
Money green or proletarian gray
Well you know it strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets

Ashes, ashes all fall down
The darkness never goes from some men's eyes
Singing someone got to turn the page
Shipping powders back and forth

All fall down, all fall down
And the rich man in his summer home
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
It's dizzying, the possibilities
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nightime calls
History's page, it is thusly carved in stone
No one left to place or take the blame
'Cause its all too clear we're on our own

By and by again, the morning sun will rise
Singing I got mine and you got yours

And the politicians are throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink, yea
The future's here, we are it, we are on our own
And the politicians throwing stones

There's a fear down here we can't forget, hasn't got a name just yet
Singing, black goes South while white comes North
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
And the radical he rant and rage
If the game is lost then we're all the same
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down

And the whole world full of petty wars
A closer look reveals the human race
Ashes, ashes all fall down
Selling guns instead of food today
Call it home for you and me

Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
Rat cat alley roll them bones, need that cash to feed that Jones
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
But his pants are down, his cover's blown
Lose your step, fall out of grace

Stalking turf, dividing up meat
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down

We will leave this place an empty stone
Nightmare spook, piece of heat, it's you and me, you and me

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think

For that shinning ball we can call our home
On our own, on our own, on our own

So the kids they dance and shake their bones
And the current fashions set the pace
And the politicians, throwing stones