Throwing Stones (2015 Remaster)

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 lay 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, ashes all fall down

Now watch as the ball revolves and the nightime calls

And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls

By and by again, the morning sun will rise

The darkness never goes from some men's eyes

Well you know it strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets

Stalking turf, dividing up meat

Nightmare spook, piece of heat, it's 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, yea

History's page, it is thusly carved in stone

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

On our own, on our own, 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

For that shinning ball we can call our home

So the kids they dance, they shake their bones

And the politicians, 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 and shake their bones

'Cause its all too clear we're on our own

Singing ashes, ashes all fall down

Singing ashes, ashes all fall down

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free

It's dizzying, the possibilities

Ashes, ashes all fall down

Ashes, ashes all fall down

Ashes, ashes all fall down

Ashes, ashes all fall down

All fall down, all fall down

Singing ashes, ashes all fall down

All fall down, all fall down

Singing ashes, ashes all fall down

Ashes, ashes all fall down

Ashes, ashes all fall down