Stones

I said people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones

They’ll be standing all alone without a house they can call their own

You better keep your backyard clean

If you know, if you know, I know you know what I mean

I say the grass is always greener on the other side

Oh, yeah, glass will break and the walls come tumbling down

You’ll be hunting real quick for a broom to push around

But when you’re hiding all your dirt so fine

I’ll be laughing at you when you start sweeping mine

And that Sun, that big old Sun will shine it on

Oh, yeah, my home is not so clean I mean I really must confess

But when I peek ‘neath your rug ain’t nothing there but a dirty old mess

Who cares if your carpets are neat

If all your dirt is hid underneath?

I say the dirt is always blacker on the other side

Sticks and stones may break my bones

And bottles may come flyin’

You can rock it like a Rollin’ Stone

But baby I ain’t buyin’

Oh, yeah, you can come to my house - I won’t throw stones at you

As a matter of fact I may like you before we’re through

When you meet St. Peter at that gate

You know it’s what you got inside is how he rates

And that Sun, that big old Sun will shine it on