Throwing Stones

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free

Dizzy with eternity.

Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea

Call it home for you and me.

A peaceful place or so it looks from space

A closer look reveals the human race.

Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face.

But afraid, we may our home to waste.

There's a fear down here we can't forget hasn't got a name just yet

Always awake, always around singing ashes to ashes all fall down.

Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls

And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls

By and by again, the morning sun will rise

But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes.

It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets

Stalking turf, dividing up meat.

Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me.

Click, flashblade in ghetto night. Rudie's looking for a fight.

Rat cat alley roll them bones. Need that cash to feed that jones

And the politicians throwing stones

Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.

Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice

Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price.

Money green or proletarian gray, selling guns instead of food today.

So the kids they dance, they shake their bones

While the politicians throwing stones

Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think

If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink.

History's page, it is thusly carved in stone

The future's here, we are it, we are on our own.

If the game is lost then we're all the same

No one left to place or take the blame.

We will leave this place an empty stone

Or this shinning ball of blue we can call our home

So the kids they dance, they shake their bones

While the politicians are throwing stones

Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.

Shipping powders back and forth

Singing "black goes south while white comes north"

And the whole world full of petty wars

Singing "I got mine and you got yours."

And the current fashions set the pace.

Lose your step, fall out of grace.

And the radical he rant and rage, Singing "someone got to turn the page"

And the rich man in his summer home,

Singing "Just leave well enough alone"

But his pants are down, his cover's blown

And the politicians are throwing stones

So the kids they dance they shake their bones

Cause its all too clear we're on our own

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free

It's dizzying, the possibilities. Ashes, Ashes all fall down.